Poems By Arjava

STAR-ISLANDS in wide welkin lake,

A continent of moon,

The firestones with their shimmery wake

Through deeps of anti-noon.

Soothlight—true being's underwork—

With a welter of Nothing between,—

May Light prevail where shadows lurk

Of empty, lonely teen.

Then utter argosies of Light

Across the Un shape sea,

Refashion worlds arrayed with Sight

At speech of ' Let Love Be.'