Poems By Arjava

AS they wander by the edges of the world

In the uncharted place,

By shimmering lagoons and shores impearled

With light from all the moons that ever curled

Thin horns round Space,

They whisper to each other words of boding

From no human lips

Like windle-straws that feel the night wind's goading,

Like the whine when rockets reel and zoom, exploding,

And the star-shower dips.

They weave no shadow pattern with the moon-rays,

They cast no shade

As they stalk across the land of that lagoon-maze :

Though their feet have crossed the sand on certain noondays,

No dints were made.