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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN MUSEUM, by GREVILLE ROWLAND
First Line: Here's not the pulsing of a fearsome life
Last Line: Whisper of sad subjection in their tears.
Subject(s): Museums; Art Gallerys
First Line: Here's not the pulsing of a fearsome life
Last Line: Whisper of sad subjection in their tears.
Subject(s): Museums; Art Gallerys
Here's not the pulsing of a fearsome life
In this glassed sepulchre of dusty things.
The faded buckskin and the stony knife
The flint-tipped arrow and the drum that flings
No more its blunted rumble to the hills,
Are shrouded in their timid tombs, oppressed
By sultry death . . . yet even now there spills
From the green gutters of a mountain crest
A rainfilled freshet with rash melodies,
And lyric legends of the age-wild years,
As still the spirits, rousing in the trees,
Whisper of sad subjection in their tears.
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