Towering over the departed years,
The sea of years her memory like a shell
Held echoes of, and reminiscent sounds.
And above all her insults and disgrace,
The burden of her age, the bitter wrongs,
She rose into a calm, majestic realm,
That eagles might inhabit, with her mind
Intent upon the spectacle of life,
Yet heedless of her fate; no shame could touch
The soul that breathed in so serene an air,