Poems By Arjava

SUDDEN enemies of joy

(As thieves may run

Through undergrowth—or clouds destroy

The blaze of sun)

Enter the chambers of delight

To reive and rend

Those memories of golden light

Which Love will send.

O Richard, be they far from you.

May your blue eyes

Be gladdened with moon-silvered dew

And gold sunrise ;

May rhythm of stars enthral your mind

So that your lips

Sing of their strength : no Scylla find

Your songbuilt ships.