English poem
Vi
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Blare of trumpet fills the valley; Slowly, and majestically, Swingeth wide, in solemn state, Lord Amen-Ra's temple-gate.
Thence the warrior-host emeigeth, Casque, and corselet, spear, and shield; As the tide of red ore suigeth From the furnace-door revealed.
After them, tumultuous rushing, Mob, and medley, crowd, and crushing; And the hungry file of priests, Loosely zoned for larger feasts.