Hermes Trismegistus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Still through Egypt's desert places
  Flows the lordly Nile,
From its banks the great stone faces
  Gaze with patient smile.
Still the pyramids imperious
  Pierce the cloudless skies,
And the Sphinx stares with mysterious,
  Solemn, stony eyes.
But where are the old Egyptian
  Demi-gods and kings?
Nothing left but an inscription
  Graven on stones and rings.
Where are Helios and Hephaestus,
  Gods of eldest eld?
Where is Hermes Trismegistus,
  Who their secrets held?
Where are now the many hundred
  Thousand books he wrote?
By the Thaumaturgists plundered,
  Lost in lands remote;
In oblivion sunk forever,
  As when o'er the land
Blows a storm-wind, in the river
  Sinks the scattered sand.
  Flows the lordly Nile,
From its banks the great stone faces
  Gaze with patient smile.
Still the pyramids imperious
  Pierce the cloudless skies,
And the Sphinx stares with mysterious,
  Solemn, stony eyes.
But where are the old Egyptian
  Demi-gods and kings?
Nothing left but an inscription
  Graven on stones and rings.
Where are Helios and Hephaestus,
  Gods of eldest eld?
Where is Hermes Trismegistus,
  Who their secrets held?
Where are now the many hundred
  Thousand books he wrote?
By the Thaumaturgists plundered,
  Lost in lands remote;
In oblivion sunk forever,
  As when o'er the land
Blows a storm-wind, in the river
  Sinks the scattered sand.
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