Beside the lonely Nile

A. Woodforde-Finden

Beside the lonely Nile,

I heard the whispering breeze

That sang beyond the desert's rim

And thro' the swaying trees.

It called me in the dusk

And in the sunset light,

And thro' the purple dark I went

Out in the velvet night.

I seemed to sleep – and then,

I was awake at last

In olden Egypt, Love, with you

In that mysterious past.