Poems By Arjava

SPLENDOUR in the penury of night ;

All this everlastingness of light ;

A dole of leaven hid within the meal ;

The vivid disarray that woodlands feel

As trim dead Winter steals away

On the first warm spring full day.

All outward heaviness of Death

Made nought by one sweet cowslip's breath,

Though love be the glint of a cowslip-flame

That on the heels of winter came,

No time can from these ears drive out

Its golden-clamoured fairy shout,

No swathing custom reave these eyes

Of that sun-miracled surprise

When on an elfin ridge of earth

They saw Love's fire-bloom spring to birth.