Poems By Arjava

[A descriptive title that has come into use for the matriarchal people of Neolithic times whose barrows are still preserved on chalk downs in England and elsewhere].

TAKE the road that runs across the down land.

Leave the water meadows of the vale ;

Death the Reaper there may make him merry,

Here no greeds of weapon-dint assail.

Though yon pliant earth obey the yeoman

And this soil heap bare two inch of height,

Hark the barrows reared by dread less races :

" Trust and fair dealing deigned not to fight."