Poems By Arjava

I

ON high trees the silver blooms of light

Mingle with intenser brilliances

Of gold's perfection, blinding to earth-sight.

The ail, like harpstrings, thrilled with fragrances

Changed and renewed at every veering breeze

In shimmer-time with bird-wing radiances.

II

Burden less the skies that here release

Their dream-glow of ineffable joy-white

Rim of pearl and zenith of sheer peace.

In whose deep heart the fountain's rainbow height

From an undying worship-rapture flows ?

Or whose thoughts hold lagoons and plumage-bright

Flamingoes that no ruffling zephyr blows—

Yet in one swirl their myriad winging leaves

Earth a green stalk, unpetalled like a rose ?

III

A river-song and diamond stream enfold

The dateless battlements that shall achieve

In Time's last sunset walls of living gold.