Poems By Arjava

WITHIN this dawning vacancy of Death

How sightly are the lips of gaping skulls,

How comely are the ribs that draw no breath—

Significant of utterance the Eyeless shade annuls.

Assembled here, a tuneless orchestra,

With hand a sheaf of bones and head sans

None that had wielded sound this Silence mar

In music's grave, and passion-splendoured voice can no more speak.