Louis V. Ledoux


The Only Way

I

Memphis and Karnak, Luxor, Thebes, the Nile:
   Of these your letters told; and I who read
   Saw loom on dim horizons Egypt's dead
In march across the desert, mile on mile,
A ghostly caravan in slow defile
   Between the sand and stars; and at their head
   From unmapped darkness into darkness fled

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