She lies, a grave disdain all her defence, br Too imperturbable for scorn. She hears br Only the murmur of the flowing years br That thunder slowly on her shores immense br And ebb away in moaning impotence. br Giants enduring, she and Time are peers-- br Her dream-hazed eyes knowing no hopes, no tears, br Her glance a langour-lidded insolence. br And though the rabble of the restless West br In her deserted courts set their rash sway, br She heeds them not; as when the sun, withdrawn br From his untarnished sky, knows it distressed br By storm of weakling stars, that he at dawn br Will wither with one ruthless glance away.