Poems By Arjava

BIRD upon the golden bough

All the Spring long,

A deathless rainbow vow :

High heaven is built of song ;

What but a song art thou ?

O timeless tree, O term less hour,

Thy petals of love are gleaming

And from the perfect bower

Circle their rhythmic streaming,-—

Golden their perfumed shower.

Song shape who whispereth Love's caress

In vistas of fadeless light,

Joy's everlastingness

Dizzies thy hymn with might,

Quenching the No with Yes.