Poems By Arjava

(To Gunvant)

IF words were told till even with the waves

That we viewed hastening, shadow-soft, to shore.

They'd leave unbuilt the bridge our spirit' craves

And doom us ever sundered as before.

Though we should thrust our Babel tower nigh heaven,

Unwearied—like those waves—pile phrase on phrase.

For our dull dough of world we'd find no leaven

Nor live within the blessedness we praise.

Then rather should our idle speech be still;

One utmost Silence that hath never erred

Let all our being hearken, far apart

From anxious thought and misportraying word ;

Such bliss of oneness and harmonious will

Beams from the unruffled lake of Rhythm's heart.