Poems By Arjava

HASTENING arrow-fall of hazard flight,

Poor earthen counterpart of shooting stars ;

Or meanly carven wood-block on the bench

Where no Form-spirit beats against the bars

And leaps no chaos-ending chisel-smite

To cancel Death, Time, Change, Forgetfulness.

These feebly kindled tapers Time must quench

In fickle, slothful, craven years—unless

The undreamable epiphany of Light

Has flashed from other soul's most secret sky

And turned to gold and everliving flame

This tawdry candle of mortality :

Life-giver to unborn gods, heaven-building Might,

Love without form, end, variance, or name.