Daughter of Egypt, veil thine eyes,
I cannot bear their fire;
Nor will I touch with sacrifice
Those altars of Desire.
For they are flames that shun the day,
And their unholy light
Is fed from nature gone astray
In passion and in night.
The stars of Beauty and of Sin,
They burn amid the dark,
Like beacons that to ruin win
The fascinated bark.
Then veil their glow, lest I foreswear
The hopes thou canst not crown,
And in the black waves of thy hair
My struggling manhood drown!