<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of Cleopatra's Needle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye giant shades of RA and TUM,<br>Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,<br>If murmurs of our planet come<br>To exiles in the precincts wan<br>Where, fetish or Olympian,<br>To help or harm no more ye list,<br>Look down, if look ye may, and scan<br>This monument in London mist!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, the hieroglyphs are dumb<br>That once were read of him that ran<br>When seistron, cymbal, trump, and drum<br>Wild music of the Bull began;<br>When through the chanting priestly clan<br>Walk'd Ramses, and the high sun kiss'd<br>This stone, with blessing scored and ban -<br>This monument in London mist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stone endures though gods be numb;<br>Though human effort, plot, and plan<br>Be sifted, drifted, like the sum<br>Of sands in wastes Arabian.<br>What king may deem him more than man,<br>What priest says Faith can Time resist<br>While THIS endures to mark their span -<br>This monument in London mist?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, the stone's shade on your divan<br>Falls; it is longer than ye wist:<br>It preaches, as Time's gnomon can,<br>This monument in London mist!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344218" data-title="Ballade Of Cleopatra's Needle de Andrew Lang" data-description="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! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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