Poems By Arjava

AS those who fare in crowded ways are stopped

And feel the hurrying throng most hinder some,

My eager thoughts that fain as words would come

Are held from their goal, by silence are o'ertopped.

Still keep thy own dear trust in my intent,

O captain of that team and of my heart;

It is no want of love, but lack of art

That tarries payment for the wealth you've lent.

And who shall gauge the kingdom's-worth you bring ?

What sum would tell the joys that are your gift ?

I'll not presume that I could half repay.

The shrouds of light that clothe your splendoured clay,

The motions of clear joy which flashing lift

Up to the Source of Light unsullied wing..