Poems By Arjava

COME nearer ; do not tarry ;

Quickly pass

The odorous gates of twilight

And the dew-drenched grass.

Bring the mazer moonlight-filled—

All dreams dissolve

Therein : and with the moon-dance

Let slow steps revolve.

Then by this conjuration

Unlinked from Time,

As from a hilltop vantage

Be witness of world mime.