Poems By Arjava

SOLITARY breath of silent dream,

You show the lonely breakers op a shore ;

Untrodden are the hue less sands that gleam ;

Never that foam-waste brooked a plash of oar.

A narrow spit runs far into the sea :

The empty sea calls to an emptier land.

No throng of birds to shake the air with glee ;

Naught stirs beneath upon the strew of sand.

To landward, hillocks thinly set with trees

(Vacancy garbed with listless leaf and bough),

—Their blooms lie idle, tenantless of bees,

Hearing no motion but the sea-wind's changeless sough.