What felt the Gallic traveller,
When far in Arab-desert drear
He found within the catacomb,
Alive, the terrors of a tomb?
While many a mummy thro' the shade,
In hieroglyphic stole array'd,
Seem'd to uprear the mystic head,
And trace the gloom with ghostly tread;
Thou heardst him pour the stifled groan,
Horror! his soul was all thy own!