Morning-land

Where old Nile is everflowing, / And the Sphynx with heavy lids / Sits by ruins grim and sombre — / Onward to the Pyramids. […] Far in Morning Land I wandered / Where the summers never cease, / And Romance's golden waters / Ever run and murmur peace.

Still the old leaven remains behind: here, as elsewhere in the “Morning-land,” you cannot hold your own without employing the voie de fait.

Elsewhere he speaks of the “fresh air of the East,” the people in morning-land as living “at the very source of being,” among whom “doubts were few and broad was truth.” Thus the poet took up the East as more than a mere vesture […]

In this morning-land there is no room for worldly thoughts. See the Brahmins sitting under the mat umbrellas by the river-bank, looking out across the sunlit river into infinities of space!

Even in modern times, the influence of this enchantment has led some learned and enthusiastic writers to describe India as the primal source of all knowledge and culture, the radiant morning-land of human civilization.

The Evening-Land (the West) embodies in itself the Morning-land; therefore both have a world-historic sense.