English poem
Xix
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Ha! What meaneth yon sword-flashing? Trumps, and shouts from wave and isle? Lo, the warrior galleys dashing, To avenge insulted Nile!
Haste! The brave steed, leaping lightly, 'Neath his double burden sprightly, Challenges, with scornful note, Every horse in Pharaoh's boat.
King of Egypt, curb thy rages; Lo, how trouble should be borne! Memnon soothes the woe of ages, With a sweet song, every morn.