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The blood-red sky above us   Was darkening into night, And the Arab watching silently Our sad and hurried rite.

The voice of Egypt's river Came hollow and profound, And one lone palm-tree, where we stood, Rock'd with a shivery sound:

While the shadow of the Pyramid Hung o'er the grave we made, When the battle-day was done, And the Desert's parting sun A field of death survey'd.

The fathers of our brother Were borne to knightly tombs, With torch-light and with anthem-note, And many waving plumes: