Poems By Arjava

O I would voyage among the nearer stars

With those winged horses and their spirit cars

That leave a luminous dust of glittering thought

Amid the fabulous deserts of the Nought.

Emptily vast is all that starlit room ;

But when the winged commotion enters there,

New light's un desolation threads the gloom

Like comet's sunward tread with burnished hair.