Poems By Arjava

IN this hush might float away

Dust and dross,

Ascent be won from weight of clay,

From pain and I6ss.

Light the incense tapers here ;

Bow the head :

Dream that light-washed sky is near.

Self's barrier dead.

Dawn-poise is on east, north, and west:

Exultant south

Holds calm within a glowing breast.

On lovekissed mouth.