Poems By Arjava

A SKY swept free of cloud ;

Trees whose true guise of growing

Stayed, through all tempests blowing,

Root fast and un cowed ;

Headland of rock that' braved

All through the hurl of winter

Buffets that rive and splinter

From sea-might, million-waved.

Drawing near of sun despite

Serried griefs dim-shrouding,

Then to silver glory prouding

Dawn-sky forestowed with light.