Poems By Arjava

O LIFE too gracious for this common day

(Saving the four lives linked with unlonely joy),

With a dawn shining still my dreams employ,

Piercing the haze of self with thy far-flung ray.

O not on earth I guested with that boy,

No bodily eye had viewed the sister's play

O voice of Richard charmed these ears of clay

Or fleshly fingers gathered up his toy.

Ye fourfold Daemons guard the happy brood

(Be they of sober daylight or of sleep) :

Too separate Earth, let not thy dust obtrude,

Marring and dividing—let them not weep

Or sweat with desolating fear—nor heap

Hate's fires—and lying air may they elude.