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.