Classic Poem

A THRONG of stars that keep their watch with me,
A Dawn that flings her roses in mine eyes,
A drifting of the shadeless sand that lies
Along the desert's blank infinity:
From straying winds, the murmur of a Sea,
An oracle, that ceaselessly replies
" Eternity." ... And so the centuries
Come silently and silently go by.
Men came to listen at my lips, of late,
And baffled by the silence, still they pray
The story of a nation and a day
I dreamed of once. And, " O thou Dumb and Great!"
The mendicants within my shadow say,
Nor know I am not dumb: I only wait.