Poems By Arjava

THE power of the desert by water,

Of icefields by the sun, .

Of heart's dearth by love broken—

What if the three be one ?

Faint and far wind-whispers stirring,

Far and faint wash of the waves ;

Inly and near me your presence

Soundlessly utters and saves.

Then touch less hands may touch you,

And bodiless vision see,

And the heart of the heart may know you

By love set free.