Xi

But the Nile-flood, when it swelleth, Recks not man, nor where he dwelleth; And--e'en while Sesostris reigns-- Scarce five cubits man attains.

Lo, the darkening river quaileth, Like a swamp by giant trod, And the broad commotion waileth, Stricken with the hand of God I

When the rushing deluge raging Flung its flanks, and shook the staging, Priesthood, cowering from the brim, Chanted thus its faltering hymn.