Grand Cañon of Arizona br br Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead. Long dead br Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus-flower, br Isis of Egypt. Unto each his hour. br Yet thou, silent within thy temple dread, br Locked against prayers, mounted above the tread br Of climbing feet, thou from thy purple tower br Contemplatest the stern inscrutable power br Whence all things come and whither all are led. br The day in splendor of lilac and clear blue br Visits thy mighty seat. The sapphire night br Broods in the abyss with darkness, and the rain br Veils thee with clouds, hails thee and bids adieu br In thunder. Steadfast on thy terraced height br Thou seest bold time besiege thy throne in vain.