Poems By Arjava

OUT beyond the watch towers of the morning

Silence waits

Where that gnarled old thorn tree blossoms whitely

And guards the gates

Gramarye has founded here her frontier ;

White and green

Is the jade-built wall where foam-bright-blossomed

Trees are seen.

Emerald-acred sward so safe enfolding,

The ramparts run

Lordlily amid the laneway cleaving

Shade from sun.

There the sky is never fierce or sullen ;

Blueness wields

Sway of tearless dancing-tide and singing

For those bright fields.