Poems By Arjava

O FLOWER-CROWNED figure with wide wings

On us bestow

The insight for the hidden juice of things

Where fragrant nectars flow.

Being of ether radiances

And white star-glow.

Singer of the First Morning's cadences

As of last petal throw,

Bring now the chaplets of the forenoon,

Let richly blow

Trumpets whose unison foreshows a boon

More than the sun's gold owe.