Poems By Arjava

WHITE with wandering snowflakes

All the air is gay,.

And this the soldiers' row breaks

And sends the guns away.

Look at the glittering bubble

Or sheets of shining rain

When April o'erleaps trouble

And Spring has outstripped pain.

Peer at a flicker of lightning,

Hearken tothunder's game ;

Forget the war-noose tightening,

Paint out the Warlord's name.

Only the narrowing lie hood,

Unworthiest fear and greed

Sanction the vampire spy hood,

Send the cannon their feed.

Wideness of sky as banner

And Earth as the motherland,—

Hurtle Good Sense as a spanner

At the war which " the City " planned.