Tread her deserted cities, stand beside
Her sculptured temples, eloquent once more;
Not with man’s voice, but with the nobler speech
Of days beyond our spirit’s utmost reach.
And those proud monuments of youthful time,
The pyramids, whose lofty sides have borne
The storms of centuries in that fierce clime,
And seeming still to smile in speechless scorn,
When bow the everlasting hills with age,
Then shall they vanish from the world’s bright page.