Poems By Arjava

GlVE me not only gold,

But the use un wasted

Of each grain of splendour

My dazzled eyes behold—

Or be Thy nectar-cup untasted,

O Heavenly Lender.

Cleanse and furnish new

This heart receiving

Till, like a child new-born,

Its day's unshadowed hue

Can no more suffer cloud-rack's reiving.

Sunless, forlorn.

May my thought in some inmost shrine

Be ever deeming

Thee as the Taintless Giver—

In grateful tranced shine,

A soul ensilvered with Thy Gleaming

Like a moonlit river.