Poems By Arjava

FAR-FADED moon has sought new life in death :

Tier above tier the myriad worshippers

Their vigil keep, and each one burnisheth

To brighter gold his spear-tip, nor incurs A

A sloven's name as one whose nature stirs

When Beauty is presented to the sense,

Yet breeds no deep response, no messengers

To bring fresh thoughts in absent love's defence.

From faltering hand you strengthen none shall wrench

The flaming spear of Love's fidelity.

His faithfulness no Lethe draught can dim,

The hungry years will vainly strive to quench

Star-kindled hope within the heart of him

Who holds faint echoes of your mystery.