Author Herman Melville Plump thro' tomb and catacomb Rolls the Engine ripping; Egypt's ancient dust This before the gust, The Pyramid is slipping! Too long inurned, Sesostres's spurned, What glory left to Isis Mid loud acclaim to Watts his name Alack for Miriam's spices! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments