It lay in reflective smoothness In front of us the endless lake; The white chain of the Alps Marble rose to the heights.
A dull rumble of thunder, towards evening it was bloody red; Above that in black rolls The clouds heavy and dead;
As over the dead sea The dun sky grays; Like leaden atmosphere The Smum that Sahare is brewing;
Through glowing regions drives suffocating vortices, The Ashes of the Pharaohs Dust from Mizraim's graves:
So through the wasteland storm breaths of eternity, The spirits of death flew The time was up.
And through the cloud stratification The sun went down She stood above death and destruction The bleeding heart of creation.
