Poems By Arjava

I SAW the moving flood of crystal sweep

Over translucent gold,

Aureate boulders, topaz jut and peep

Where argent Silence rolled.

I saw the tall flamingoes waiting there ;

And the stream held, mirror-wise,

Dream-tokens, unspotted by shadow or care,—

A strangeness, a timeless prize.

I felt the hushed sublimity of noon

In that flashing silver dew—

Insurgent sun's at-one-ness with the moon—

As in Time glimpsed the Timeless through.