Читать книгу XXXII Ballades in Blue China [1885] - Lang Andrew, May Kendall - Страница 3

Ye giant shades of Ra and Tum,

Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,

If murmurs of our planet come

To exiles in the precincts wan

Where, fetish or Olympian,

To help or harm no more ye list,

Look down, if look ye may, and scan

This monument in London mist!

Behold, the hieroglyphs are dumb

That once were read of him that ran

When seistron, cymbal, trump, and drum

Wild music of the Bull began;

When through the chanting priestly clan

Walk’d Ramses, and the high sun kiss’d

This stone, with blessing scored and ban —

This monument in London mist.

The stone endures though gods be numb;

Though human effort, plot, and plan

Be sifted, drifted, like the sum

Of sands in wastes Arabian.

What king may deem him more than man,

What priest says Faith can Time resist

While this endures to mark their span —

This monument in London mist?

Prince, the stone’s shade on your divan

Falls; it is longer than ye wist:

It preaches, as Time’s gnomon can,

This monument in London mist!