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To the Nile

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
Month after month the gathered rains descendDrenching yon secret Aethiopian dells,And from the desert's ice-girt pinnaclesWhere Frost and Heat in strange embraces blendOn Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend.Girt there with blasts and meteors Tempest dwellsBy Nile's aereal urn, with rapid spellsUrging those waters to their mighty end.O'er Egypt's land of Memory floods are levelAnd they are thine, O Nile--and well thou knowestThat soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evilAnd fruits and poisons spring where'er thou flowest.Beware, O Man--for knowledge must to thee,Like the great flood to Egypt, ever be.