Poems By Arjava

WITH shanks of shadow tailing off its flight

The heron, Day, wings far into the west :

As days before that one by one alight

Beyond our shadow-shine, seeking a nest .

In the vague heronry of backward Time.

With slow and peaceful wings trokes Day departs :

Far off the sun-birth and the upward climb

Of Light that now has settled in our hearts.

Some circles have wide radius and some

In a small distance can be traced complete :

But over each alike the tracings come

Back to the opening mark. Even so we meet

(If Light must answer Light) two, three days hence,—

Or years perforce,—checked by no strangering fence.