Poems By Arjava

WAKEN to the silent moon

Under an empty sky ;

The flood of sun-dawn cometh soon,

And moon will dim and stars will die.

Now earth has got no speaking voice

And sky's bereft of thought,

And no things grieve, no things rejoice,

While none are sold and none are bought.

The barrenness of silver light

Is old beyond our dream ;

All being is one vacant night ;

There is but that—and clouds that seem.