Poems By Arjava

SOFTLY over the shadow-bound

Rays of gold,

Quiver and meet in a perfect round

Of bliss untold.

Wideness has entered the heart

All unbeknown—

No tooth of bitter smart

Shall rasp the bone ;

Here live the deed of quiet,

The spoken hush,

Nor fear make wanton riot

Nor blindness rush.

Where harmony alights,

A phoenix blaze,

And neither wrath-rent nights

Nor listless days

Can reave from winged delight

The free of soul,

Or turn their eagle flight

To creep of mole.