Poems By Arjava

Where are the shadow-builders of old time ?

No strength they found to hold out in the days

Of battering Eld : they fawned upon each clime ;

Their fickleness forswears, their paltering betrays.

From Love the flexile will, the stubborn swerve,

—Dream archetype remaking evermore

The life within, evoking, curve on curve,

Firm towers beneath whose feet the withered eras