English poem
Xvi
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Thus he spake, and lowly stooping O'er the Calasiris hem, Took the holy water, scooping With a bowl of lucid gem;
Chanting from the Bybline psalter Touched he then her forehead altar; Sleeking back the trickled jet, There the marriage-seal he set.
"None of mortals dare pursue thee, None come near thy hallowed side: Nile's thou art, and he shall woo thee,-- Nile, who swalloweth his bride."