...at his limit, dost thou rise in flood ' Untimely; such thy right: to other lands ' Bearing thy winter: and by both the poles ' Thou only wanderest. Here men ask thy rise ' And there thine ending. Meroe rich in soil 'And tilled by swarthy husbandmen divides 'Thy broad expanse, rejoicing in the leaves 'Of groves of ebony, which though spreading far 'Their branching foliage, by no breadth of shade...