Poems By Arjava

SWIFTLY come and swiftly pass

Through the .shadows on the grass

Joyful bands and faery glee

Over the rainbow-flowered lea.

Bright their eyes and bright their hair ;

Song-bright "voices free from care.

Scarfed with webs of golden glow :

Sweet are the silver horns they blow.

All the summer-laden day

Bathes their bird swift meadow-play

In a more translucid ray

Than spills from cloudless noon of May ;

For the fair strand through which they range

Lies far across the foam of change.

Invocation

BRIGHT world across the foaming sea of change,

Pine-odorous peak and all the purple range

Of hills where the ever-living gay ones dwell,

To sleep-hushed ear some tale of splendour tell.