English poem
Vi
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Hark! The pulse of measured rowing, And the silver clarions blowing, From the distant darkness, break Into this illumined lake.
Tis Sesostris, lord of nations, Victor of three continents, Visiting the celebrations, Priests, and pomps, and regiments.
Kings, from Indus, and Araxes, Ister, and the Boreal axes, Horsed his chariot to the waves, Then embarked, his galley-slaves.