Poems By Arjava

WHO, within that amber light

Ecstasied beyond despair,

Would forsake those leagues of sight,

Drop through gloom-tormented air ?

He distinguishes no longer

Ill that triumphs, Right that fails

Here where Vileness makes men stronger,

Falsehood grossens, truth-light pales.

Bring no tales of woe to bind him

Back to earth-wayed mire ;

Only burnished Song can find him

On gay wings that will not tire.