The Barque of the Hidden Sun

The world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake.

Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold.

And on that mound, in primal light,He stood alone, in dazzling might.Amun, the Hidden, name unknown,As Ra, the Sun,…