Poems By Arjava

BEAUTIES are allwhere fading ;

Rain-misted the April blue :

O star within a bubble,

O rose in a drop of dew !

Endlessly filled is the graveyard ;

All our living is centred by lack :

Every string of the lute will be broken,

And the lamp will fast wane into black.

There are gods in the living ether

And they feast on the nectar of joy :

Star-crowned is their life, with no dimming ;

And their roses no shadows destroy.

Absolved, made whole by that Beauty

I would pour the senses' wine,

Offer truth in their glittering temple

And love in their crimson shrine,

And be twined in the Love God's garland

Never to dim or fade—

As star in the truth-crowned godhead,

As a rose on His altar laid.