Poems By Arjava

For Feet Of A Moth-Paleness

THERE, in the grey twilight, on the verge of the magical wood

Turn, Laelia, and question the gathering shade

With the eyes of inwardness : not the mind had understood

Nor those eyes with the long lashes, of dust and mournful ashes made.

Then face once more "the mossed path glimmering far into the dim

Onward ness of Day wane ; and over the waves

Of shadowiness we two, as birds entranced, swim

And a faint mazed shoreline follow till we enter midnight's hollow caves.

Here stand the adamantine pillars all alone,

Ringed with the opal walls, and here milk-white

Jade floor for feet of a moth-paleness and an empty throne....

Whereon the slow moon rises and casts in new disguises Light.

December 19, 1936.