English poem
Xviii
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
From Mount Seir, Duke Iram roveth, Three renewals of the moon: To see Egypt him behoveth, Ere his life be past its noon.
Soul, and mind, at first fell under Flat discomfiture of wonder, With the Nile before him spread, Temple-crowned, and tempest-fed!
Yet a nobler creed he owneth, Than to worship things of space: One true God his heart enthroneth Heart that throbs with Esau's race.