They glare—those stony eyes!
  That in the fierce sun-rays
  Showered from these burning skies,
  Through untold centuries
Have kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze.

Since what unnumbered year
  Hast thou kept watch and ward,
And o’er...

Carved by a mighty race whose vanished hands
Formed empires more destructible than I,
In sultry silence I forever lie,
Wrapped in the shifting garment of the sands.
Below me, Pharaoh’s scintillating bands
With clashings of loud cymbals have passed by,...

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