Poems By Arjava

I PACED the length of shrouded street

Desponding, weary of earth :

"Loathed charnel-dust beneath my feet,

Prevailer over birth,"

I groaned—when, harnessed in his light,

The Love God loomed upon my sight ;

Eros, or youth—with parted lips

(Where was now the long eclipse ?)

And raptured eyes and lily brow

(The whole earth was singing now)

And lovely look of joy too deep

To dream athwart its wonder sleep.

That vision veiled, a larger scope

Engulphed the sense in swathes of hope.

No light, but Inner Power of light

Lifted vast pinions o'er the night

Fathomless and indigo.

No form that shifted to and fro ;

No Presence.—We were present to

Those shadowy plumes of violet hue,

That ageless Brow with roses crowned,

Mysterious Lips that made no sound....

With Eyes in aeoned darkness furled,

The primal Eros of our world.