Oblivion

Near the great pyramid, unshadowed, white, With apex piercing the white noon-day blaze. Swathed in white robes beneath the blinding rays Lie sleeping Bedouins drenched in white-hot light. About them, searing to the tingling sight, Swims the white dazzle of the desert ways Where the sense shudders, witless and adaze, In a white void with neither depth nor height. Within the black core of the pyramid, Beneath the weight of sunless centuries, Lapt in dead night King Cheops lies asleep: Yet in the darkness of his chamber hid He knows no black oblivion more deep Than that blind white oblivion of noon skies.