Poems By Arjava

NO, do not seal my eyes,

Death, do not come :

Some voice your power denies—

Beat not your drum ;

These victor thoughts arise,

" Amabo, ergo sum."

Here is no love that dies,

Though for aeons dumb ;

Not Lethe wards it flies,

Nor do its wings grow numb

But spurn your nether skies :

" Amabo, ergo sum."