Poems By Arjava

DANDELION green and gold,—

Or silver-grey when growing old,—

Magic stem of coral brown

Exchanging sunbeam-woven crown

For foam the moon has drifted down :

And after

Children's laughter

Has puffed the hour

In fruitful shower,

No pomp of mournful bell for you is tolled !

II

All the fairies love the Paigle—the sentry of the Spring—

Crinkled leaf and downy stalk and yellow flowers aswing.

When Summer blows its Bugles, we'll make the Foxgloves ring

And hunt the happy Harebells that grow among the Ling !

Mid emerald leaf the pale gold dreams of autumn ivy sway,

Ere silverfrosted Winter wend that star-encrystalled way.