The sufferance of her race is shown,
And retrospect of life,
Which now too late deliverance dawns upon;
Yet is she not at strife.
Her children's children they shall know
The good withheld from her;
And so her reverie takes prophetic cheer--
In spirit she sees the stir.
Far down the depth of thousand years,
And marks the revel shine;
Her dusky face is lit with sober light,
Sibylline, yet benign.
A profound picture poem, well conceived and wonderfully brought forth with conviction.....
There is a stately grace and beauty to this poem and this woman that is so moving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of his tragic undervaluing by the unwashed he washes over them a magnanimous giant.