Where Pyramids and temple-wrecks are piled br Confusedly on camel-coloured sands, br And the mute Arab motionlessly stands, br Like some swart god who never wept or smiled,-- br I picked up mummy relics of the wild br (And sea-shells once with clutching baby hands), br And felt a wafture from old Motherlands, br And all the morning wonder of a Child br br To find Sphinx-money. So the Beduin calls br Small fossils of the waste. Nay, poet's gold; br 'Twill give thee entrance to those rites of old, br When hundred-gated Thebes, with storied walls, br Gleamed o'er her Plain, and vast processions rolled br To Amon-Ra through Karnak's pillared halls.