Poems By Arjava

I HAVE come to the windless place,

To the high rock set

In the midst of the tedious valley

Where the embrangled joys and sorrows race

And will nowise let

Fulfilling and intendment tally.

I have come to the lonely place

Of friends unmet—

One sole resolve up bear me :

" May the rock melt and breathe itself to space

Rather than I forget

The so-long-striven-for goal now near me.'