...and the sterile sands, 'With equal volume; now with all thy strength 'Gathered in one, and now in devious streams 'Parting the bank that crumbles at thy touch. 'Then by our kingdom's gates, where Philae parts 'Arabian peoples from Egyptian fields ' The sluggish bosom of thy flood recalls ' Thy wandering currents, which through desert wastes ' Flow gently on to where the merchant track ' Divides...