English poem
Xv
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"Nile, that now with life-blood tidest, And in gorgeous cold subsidest, Richer than our victor tread Stirred in far Hydaspes' bed;
"When thy swelling crest o'er-waveth Yonder twenty cubit mark, And thy tongue of white foam laveth Borders of the desert dark,
"This, the fairest Theban maiden, Shall be thine, with jewels laden; Lift thy furrowed brow, and see Lita, dedicate to thee!"