Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/India

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates India

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SILENT amidst unbroken silence deep  Of dateless years, in loneliness supreme,  She pondered patiently one mighty theme,  And let the hours, uncounted, by her creep. The motionless Himalayas, the broad sweep  Of glacial cataracts, great Ganges' stream—  All these to her were but as things that seem, Doomed all to pass, like phantoms viewed in sleep Her history? She has none—scarce a name.  The life she lived is lost in the profound   Of time, which she despised; but nothing mars The memory that, single, gives her fame—  She dreamed eternal dreams, and from the ground   Still raised her yearning vision to the stars.