Poems By Arjava

COME down the level ways

Of nightly dark,.

Though Thou bring not all Thy rays,

But one dim spark.

But one dim spark suffice

The tindery heart

And all Fire's might entice

And not depart.

And not depart but keep

That fiery mesh,

Spun from the Sovran Deep

For this poor flesh :

For this poor flesh who yet

Would change divine,

Be sundered from all fret.

Be wholly Thine ;

Be wholly Thine and glow

With limitless Light,

Born from Thy Thought to grow

Truth-meeting sight.