In grandeur so magnificent you stand,
Extra dignified in splendor than a lion;
I muse on pyramids, and on Orion,
And limitless empires misplaced in realms of sand.
An empress gazing over all her land,
And of the Sphynx himself a sacred scion,
You render wonderful something you lie on,
And switch an armchair into one thing grand.
And but, once we first met, you had been a shade:
So scrawny and so heartbreaking and proud,
It crushed my soul. I fed you by the hand,
Till you condescended to my help.
A thoughts unbroken, lofty as a cloud,
And nonetheless uncowed with worlds at your command.