I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics;

Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

Egypt! From Whose All Dateless Tombs Arose Forgotten Pharaohs From Their Long Repose, And Shook Within Their Pyramids To Hear A New Cambyses Thundering In Their Ear; While The Dark Shades Of Forty Ages Stood Like Startled Giants By Nile's Famous Flood.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.