Was exalted in the sky:

And soon, the glooming wilderness

Awoke with glittering waters,

As a friendly wind sang unto me

Among the swaying reeds:

While, cloud on cloud,

The snowy flocks of pelican

Before our coming rose;

And, as they swerved to Southward,

The moonlight shivered off their flashing pinions.

So, on we marched, till dawn, across the plain;

And, on and on,

Beneath the waxing moon,

Each night we travelled Westward;

Until, at last, we halted

By the broad dull-gleaming flood

Of mighty, roaring Tigris;

And aroused from midnight slumber

The surly, grumbling ferrymen,

And crossed the swollen waters

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