The Temple Of Vishnu

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