Poems By Arjava

THE last blue wisp of earthsky

Is overpast,,

And every thwarting tie_.

Away is cast.

Trackless and unplumbed

The dazzling way ;

Heart failed and thinking numbed

At spring of Day

Far wider than the heart's conceiving,—

Richer than the thought's receiving,—

Too lustrous-hued for prayer's believing,—

Outsoaring scope of Timeshaft's cleaving,—

More calm than Death, the tumult-reiving.