<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (The Priests within the Temple)<br>She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.<br>She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other.<br>In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;<br>We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (The People without)<br> She sent us pain,<br> And we bowed before Her;<br> She smiled again<br> And bade us adore Her.<br> She solaced our woe<br> And soothed our sighing;<br> And what shall we do<br> Now God is dying?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (The Priests within)<br>She was hungry and ate our children; -- how should we stay Her?<br>She took our young men and our maidens; -- ours to obey Her.<br>We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.<br>She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (The People without)<br> She was so strong;<br> But death is stronger.<br> She ruled us long;<br> But Time is longer.<br> She solaced our woe<br> And soothed our sighing;<br> And what shall we do<br> Now God is dying?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</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=511230" data-title="On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians (The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other. In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall..."></div> </div> </div>

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