INDIA, a poem

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.

"India" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Century Magazine (November 1891), Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume II.