The Broken Wing/Imperial Delhi

​Imperial Delhi

Imperial City! dowered with sovereign graceTo thy renascent glory still there clingsThe splendid tragedy of ancient things,The regal woes of many a vanquished race;And memory’s tears are cold upon thy faceE’en while thy heart’s returning gladness ringsLoud on the sleep of thy forgotten kings,Who in thine arms sought Life’s last resting-place.
Thy changing kings and kingdoms pass awayThe gorgeous legends of a by-gone day,But thou dost still immutably remainUnbroken symbol of proud histories,Unageing priestess of old mysteriesBefore whose shrine the spells of Death are vain.
1912
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