Poems By Arjava

WHEN Night is rolled away from eastward ocean

And Dawn's translucent sky is, very calm,

And waves of trance have nigh forgot their motion

In mirror poise of day dawn colour-psalm,

O then to be the bird so whitely gleaming

Out out into the orient of rose,

When through dissolving wisps of shadow-seeming

To merge within Light's vastitude he goes.