The fury ends
The sound of battle dies away,
And through the long, dusty day there flows the Nile.
The sands that blow,
Blow over kings as well as slaves,
And there is no diff’rence in their graves.
The barge where a queen kept a lover’s tryst
Is driftwood and broken spars.
What eyes know her lips or the lips she kissed?
No eyes except the frosty stars.
And life goes on
New lovers walk along the shore
And when they’re gone as before there flows the Nile.
For we are here for just a little while,
Then we’re gone,
But through the summers and the snows
Flows the Nile.