Poems By Arjava

  Poems


Upon The Mountain Tops


WHITE upon the mountain tops

The snow lies dreamily ;

What phantom, farmer wins his crops ?

What ploughshare scores the sky?


White misty horses draw the plough ;

And hands impalpable

Keep furrow true—while starry bough

Strews fruit ineffable.


October 23, 1936.


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