Poems By Arjava

THE raft of hope will cross the lonely day,

No ship, no shore in view.

But sails of dream shall thrust me far away

Till I have come to you.

Trance, and a whispered wandering of waves

Over the level sand ;

Most quiet tones my own deep hunger craves

Are spoken near at hand.

What if the light be shadowy and dim ?

—I see your face once more ;

Set free of sorrow, endure the dissolving rim

Of the imperishable shore.