Poems By Arjava

CEASELESS was the seeking,

Golden was the light,

Sullen was the bleaking

Of encircling Night.

Reason's sigil sealing

All things from great to least:

No man to tyrant kneeling ;

No proud usurping priest.

Friendship's bond uniting

Cities of Man set free ;

Beauty from soul's inviting

Earthly dungeon's key !