| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. The Pyramids | | By William Henry Whitworth |
| | | WHENCE and what are ye, or what have ye been? | |
| So the dwarfed pilgrim of the desert sand | |
| Cries, wondering. On Eternity’s lone strand, | |
| Unwept by Time’s dark waters, they are seen | |
| (Each like that giant old of hoar Cyllene | 5 |
| Who propped the starry axle with his hand) | |
| The Caryatides of Heaven, to stand | |
| In calm and noiseless majesty serene. | |
| Ah! not the minions of an idol fane, | |
| But monuments of Hope, ye tower sublime, | 10 |
| To show despairing man his soul shall reign | |
| Immortal, in some bright and glorious clime, | |
| If thus the labors of his hand remain | |
| Triumphant over Death, and Fate, and Time! | | | | |
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