Poems By Arjava

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POEMS

By A R J A V A

POEMS

By A R J A V A

With a Foreword by

SRI KRISHNA PREM

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LONDON

JOHN M. WATKINS

21, CECIL COURT

CHARING CROSS

ROAD. W. C.

All Rights Reserved to

Mrs. MADELEINE CHADWICK


Foreword

IT must be now twelve years since Chadwick and I sat together on the banks of the Ganges at Benares, talking far into the night of dreams that lay close to our hearts, dreams that had brought us together as they had brought us both to Indu. . . Of his past I knew little save that it included a fellowship at, I think, Trinity College, Cambridge and that a distinguished Cambridge philosopher entertained great hopes from his brilliant abilities in mathematical philosophy of the specifically' Cambridge' sort . Somewhere between the chinks of his academic career I surmised an initiation into the Kabalistic tradition and there was that in his eyes which showed unmistakably that it was not for the sake of a professorship in a provincial university that he had left his friends at Cambridge and crossed the seven seas.

Once more we met in a university bungalow at Lucknow, a background that I think we both felt to be an utter irrelevance, and then we departed, I to the North and he to the South where he had found his Guru in Sri Aurobindo. There, in the Ashram at Pondicherry, he lived for the last ten years, shedding at the feet of his Guru the burden of all that the world counts valuable in order to find the hidden treasure for which most men have no eyes.

Of his life and sādhanā there under the name of Arjava it is not for me to speak. That it brought about a profound psychic transformation in his nature is clear from the fact that he, whose language had hitherto been limited to the arid propositions of intellectual philosophy, became a poet, and, with the aid of poetry, entered the inner worlds of which, till then, he had but dreamed.

Traditionalists and those who take a narrow view of sādhanā will perhaps wonder what poetry has to do with yoga. The truth is that the reintegration of the psyche that is brought about by sadhana has the effect of releasing unsuspected powers that were lying latent in the heart of the sadhaka, as, indeed, they are in the hearts of all. We read in books of yoga that .. by meditating on Her who shines in the Root Lotus with the

lustre of ten million Suns, a man becomes a Lord of Speech and..... pure of heart, by his deep and musical words, serves the greatest of the Gods." The truth of such words, nowadays too often assumed to be mere empty praise; is witnessed to by these poems left behind by Arjava when, at what seems to us the early age of forty, the Sovereign Dweller of his heart decided to withdraw to inner worlds.

The mere literary critic will admire the delicate dream-like beauty of these poems, but, unless his insight is more than merely literary, he will go no deeper, for they deal with the mysters of the inner life and only he who can read their symbols will be able ;0 penetrate to their heart. For Arjava, as is shown in the poem entitled Correspondences, Nature was a shrine in which each form seen in th flickering firelight of the senses was a shadow of realities that lay within, shining in the magical light of the secret Moon which was the Master-Light of all his seeing, the central image of so many of his poems.

In the midst of our personal sadness at his early departure let us remember that this Path is one which leads through many worlds and that, as Sri Krishna said, nehābhikrama nāso'sti, for him who treads it there can be no loss of effort .

Sri Krishna Prem.

July 6, 1939.

Poems





Dream Interlude


THE guiding voice with pleading cried

"For third last test the hour

Now comes, when many have espied

Something of Pixie power."


With glad consent I took my way :

A door vas closed behind.

A rocky slope, "a twilight grey,

A winding path I find.


It seems to be the furthest bound

Of a pleasure garden wild.

Trees loom above, below, around ;

But here great stones are piled


To harbour plants that tuft and creep

And nestle in their shade.

On near-by path are men who sweep—

My guide is half afraid


Their zealous care may interfere

With what we plan to do.

By upward path we disappear

Out of their rockbound view,


And through the wood expectant press

To where the trees grow thin :

A slender thong hangs motionless,

As waiting to begin


Some magic dance that shall enhance

Slow pulse and vision dull;

It trembles now, though yet in trance,

Impatient of the lull


(As eerie calm, before a storm,

Sets quivering all the air),

I fain would know what subtle form

Has power to make it stir—

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For in slow circles round it goes,

Then faster, wider flies ;

The silent woods no breeze disclose,

No being stays our eyes.


But fled are all the shadows and vanished are the trees,

The air's like sleeping crystal unstirred by sound or breeze,

The levelled rays from western sun are slanting through the sky,

And hopes are poised and spirits calmed and keener grows the eye !


The ground was rough with tussocks, With heather and jutting rock

On some long deserted hillside ungrazed by herd or flock.

" O see the little fay balloons," I heard the guide exclaim ;

Vision that could not pierce the veil more limpid then became.


Encircling zones, bright diamond clear,

The earth-jarred limbs and sense refresh ;

And mind must weave a quicker mesh

Tuned to this joy-vibrating sphere.


As one new roused from sleep I catch some fitful gleam

Of pearl-hued bobbing globelets, like thistledown, that seem

To float in charmed security, nor ground ward sink nor rise.

And faint beneath their filmy fleet are bubbling joyous cries.


" But here are dainty blooms and fairy toys for sale,

Exchanged for deep rich flowers—but not for blossoms pale

Or yellow-hued," declares some unseen guiding power,

While in my hand I find a crimson faded flower.


I stretch my hand toward a fairy woman seen

As if in gipsy guise of sable, brown and green ;

Her raven locks are braided, un shadowed is her face

(Where lurk no lie-bred cruelties and terrors find no place).


And for my earth-bruised offering she renders in exchange

The frail small blooms of Faerie—shell-formed and coloured strange.


My whim turns now toward a globe that sails in air :

" Two flowers are what you give," I learn—and grow aware

Of crushed dark sapphire blossoms, half-withered, that I hold ;

" You give me flower corpses !" she laughs—thus made more bold

I ask her how the fairies keep flowers from growing old.

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With quizzing smile, the laughing answer :

One rhythmic step the flower-bud measures,

Another weaves our Pixie pleasures—

And Life's the dancer !


More fixed now becomes the half-familiar sight :

Eyes that draw their peacefulness from tarns on mountain tops ;

And ageless even features, clear brown as autumn copse

Subdued by cleansing flood of keen October light.


And hers the untamed certainty of plough-defying places

Where swift o'er springy turf cloud-shadows run their races ;

There through the flowery months blue butterflies will float,

Mingling with scent of furze, bird song and cricket note.


July 8, 1931.

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Lift The Stone


BEFORE the chronicles of time began

Or sundering space her canopy unfurled,

The uncreated Over-Thought had plan

Itself to lose—self-offered, form a world.

Smooth as untrodden snow the gleaming Host,

Fraught with all history, ringed by opal pyx,

Shone through eternity rays innermost

On all symbolic forms that intermix

Silence of Heaven with lisping speech.  God takes

His very substance that from Beauty came ;

Then with world-urging power He freely breaks

The bread that builds the fabric of His Name.

Seven great realms the fragments make : and we

In meanest dust may touch Divinity.

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Dawn-Rise Over Sea


FINALE comes to thoughtful night's superb

Slow symphony, not meant for mortal ears ;

(These can but sense sea-sighings, listeners' tears,

The whispered undertones of tree and herb,

Plaudits of frog, brief scufflings that disturb.)

From sky-vast score sheet graven by the years

Slowly each jewelled star-note disappears,

Darkened by light which longer will not curb

Long gathering eagerness to limn the red

And golden dado over eastern sea ;

Then—heralding noon's opening far ahead—

Peeps up a crimson tip of peony.

Young day, a well-knit youth, swings up the skies,

Known by soft voice, slow smile and level eyes.

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Moon's Fulfilment


THE undiminished moon weaves threefold spell.

A month of phantoms Mars or Mammon serve ;

Yet, falsehood-freed in this true-centred curve,

Of Falsehood's motley empire ring the knell !

Two weeks' unvanquished growth can swiftly quell

Grave's insolence, englobes with living fire

Whatever haunts decay and darkness hire—

Triumphant Life by crescent pictured well !

Eight days ago Sorrow from lonely cell

Cried for completion 'cross the skies : but here

Lover with loved make one un severed sphere

Of seamless Beauty, joy's clear citadel.

From phantoms freed—and death—might we possess

The life of truth—love's everlastingness !

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TOPAZ AND SAPPHIRE AND RUBY


OUT of a hazy stillness

Softly the bird notes call :

" Shatter your tired chillness,

Stay not within the wall."


Unicorns play through the morning,

Phoenix is lord of the noon,

Centaurs give delicate warning

Under a huge red moon.


Unicorn uncreated,

Time may grow tired—not you !

For changes of rhythm are dated

By the clang of your topaz shoe.


Custom shall never confine you ;

Tame less the sweep of your horn :

Nor shall the future define you,

Song of a world new born !


Shadow less splendour of heaven—

Sapphire of endless extent;

Eldest Day of the Seven :

Immaculate bird that is sent


From the high noon descending

To foster the questing flame

(For far beyond comprehending

ShinesThat from whence you came).


Fearing no sword that may sever,

Diamond serene on the height—

Blissful beyond our endeavour,

Invisible Day of our night:


For still from the ruby beacon

Faintly your rays are shed

And the ancient fetters weaken,

And the young god lifts his head—

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His ivory shoulders gleaming

Are tinged with the ruby glow,

His eyes of a far sun dreaming

Give aim to asteadfast bow ;


And under the feet of his living

Is the glint of a topaz shoe ;

And fragrant the flame of self-giving

That the phoenix comes to renew.

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Strange Enchantment


''THROUGH tranced hours the meadowsweet with summer-burdened plumes

Had lulled the day to drowsiness—only the bee presumes

To ripple through the stillness, as yonder dragonfly

Will kiss the pool to dimples, then zoom toward the sky.


In quiet mid-stream a lily fleet, new-launched by summer glee,

Now slept becalmed beneath the boughs of one lone alder tree ;

While like the youth Narcissus the brooklime on the marge

Peered, blue-eyed, in the mirror framed by water-lily targe.


From further bank rose willowherb and iris torch aglow —

And spearmint, where the waterhen plied softly to and fro :

Till these, with mazy motion of beetles on the stream,

Wove o'er me strange enchantment; I heard as in a dream


The sound of tiny voices

As when a wood rejoices

Upon Midsummer Eve.

Or willow-wren who poises

Low piping pixie noises

That body-fastness cleave :—


(One voice)

"Alder tree, alder tree,

June has set in with pageantry,

All that you saw now tell to me

On the brink of your lily lagoon."


(Another)

"Clover white, clover red,

Wing with me to the clover bed :

Heriesthe lark high overhead

Bird happy hours of June."


(Another)

" Filmy the mist on the high mountain tarn

Veiling the sombre hue,

And sedges aglimmer with attercop yarn

Spangled with midsummer dew."

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(Another)

" Deep lay the valley of moon-bright lake

Lapping an island dim—

Spell which the dipping swallows break

With sunrise on far sea-brim."


With downward plop a water-rat ferried across the stream ;

And I being ferried with it, losing the magic dream,

Felt—landed on the earthward side—still cadenced in the heart

Enticing tunes un trafficked-in by any earthly mart.

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Envoi


THERE came in sight a treasure cove

With foam-lipped shore ;

And with delight my galleon strove

To reive that ore—

Rathe daffodil and bluebell grove

From springs of yore,

Gay tormentil whose tresses rove

On forest floor.

Upon Time's marge prevailing mist

Of Lethe dew

O'erlies the charge of amber-kissed

Moments that flew—

The gentian flowers, like skies, untwist

Soul-piercing blue,

The leafy towers of spring enlist

Their birdchimes new.

The thoughts that flit through Nature's mind

As seasons go

Their bodies quit—we do not find

Their essence so.

Unfading flower, with magic signed,

Inlybestow,

Bright fairy power who laughed behind

That moving show.

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Song In Winter


SILVER mist of April shower,

Primrose -pale and cuckooflower,

Blossoms agleam with a magical power

Rosy and white on the crab-apple tower.


Foxglove red and campion see,

Foamy tuft of elder tree ;

Poised o'er the pool mid the drone of the bee

Kingfisher trance on the willow-root knee.


Twilight blue of ripening sloes ;

Saffron-bright the birch leaf glows ;

Back in his lair let the dormouse doze

Dreaming of cornfields and white hedge-rose.


Spring may peep from winter's edge—

Coltsfoot stars the terrace ledge,

Catkins aswing on the high hazel hedge,

Golden the sun-glint of celandine pledge.

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Spring Craft


APRICOT bloom we weave on our loom,

And tassels of silk we will Spin—

The silver and gold which the sallows unfold,

Or dark red where the cobnuts begin.


From a rainbow vat we draw the cravat

For the drake with his emerald gleam,

And a bridegroom suit for the crested newt

And thetiddlers that joust in the stream.


With satin-cloth white we garnish the height

Of the grim winter hedgegrow bare—

For the stitchwort spray has hidden away

The bonesof a by-gone year.


But along the hem ground ivy stem

Invades with a purply-blue,

Dog-violets rove in paler mauve

With hyacinths piercing through.


Of azure shade the clutch is laid

In the neat hedgesparrow's nest,

And the life she rears all unawares

Fulfils Love's agelong quest.

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Star Vigil


FAR-FADED moon has sought new life in death :

Tier above tier the myriad worshippers

Their vigil keep, and each one burnisheth

To brighter gold his spear-tip, nor incurs A

A sloven's name as one whose nature stirs

When Beauty is presented to the sense,

Yet breeds no deep response, no messengers

To bring fresh thoughts in absent love's defence.

From faltering hand you strengthen none shall wrench

The flaming spear of Love's fidelity.

His faithfulness no Lethe draught can dim,

The hungry years will vainly strive to quench

Star-kindled hope within the heart of him

Who holds faint echoes of your mystery.

New Moon night, July 1931.


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The Valley Of The Fleece


A WINDLESS eve in a quiet coomb ;

Rock-roseyellow and golden broom.

Sandmartins wheel aloft

Watching day's goblet quaffed

By the priestess, Venus-adorned, rising from eastern tomb.


A dream-laden wind from the sky escorts

The starry ships of the Argonauts.

Sandmartinstirs in the hole ;

Peeps out one guardian troll—

" Will they carry our golden fleece back to the day-break ports?"

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Flower-Chime


I


DANDELION green and gold,—

Or silver-grey when growing old,—

Magic stem of coral brown

Exchanging sunbeam-woven crown

For foam the moon has drifted down :

And after

Children's laughter

Has puffed the hour

In fruitful shower,

No pomp of mournful bell for you is tolled !


II


All the fairies love the Paigle—the sentry of the Spring—

Crinkled leaf and downy stalk and yellow flowers aswing.


When Summer blows its Bugles, we'll make the Foxgloves ring

And hunt the happy Harebells that grow among the Ling !


Mid emerald leaf the pale gold dreams of autumn ivy sway,

Ere silverfrosted Winter wend that star-encrystalled way.

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Ladybird Song


RED ladybird, black ladybird,

Ladybird sable and gold,

Lowly you sing, flutter your wing,

And fare to the fete on the world.


Goldfinches sing ; butterflies cling :

Guests that are plumed or furred-

Timid and bold, beasts manifold,

A harvest-mouse marshals the herd !


Fairy drums rolled, flutings foretold

Favours thepixie-folk fling :

Flown thitherward, each tiny bird

Will hery the midsummer king.


Red ladybird, black ladybird,

Ladybird sable and gold,

Pollen-dust bring in a gossamer sling—

Make haste ere the tickets are sold !

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Landscape And No Figures


DID you travel the leprechaun way

From Leighin village,—

Forgetting or sheep-dog's bark or horse's neigh

Or irk of tillage ?


Stiffly the Centaury plant

And the Stag's Horn Moss

Attend while the pauseless peewit's and crickets' chant

A wild scorn toss.


Dodder, by coral twine,

Will grimly tether

The smaller whin—gold-bloomed and with soft spine—

To the bell heather.


When butterflies brood on the sod,

Or dreaming pass,

Have they power in their wing-waft to set the blue scabious anod

With the quaking grass ?


Never was air so still,

Or a day so blue,

Yet the whole moor bowed as marshalled chieftains will

If a king go through.

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Moonrise In The Night Of Maya


ONLY the darkest cloud grows luminous with lightning.

And to end the rain-girt hours the weather-gleam is brightening

Faint margins of the mist-enfolded sky.


Not where a paltering mirage had unfurled

Deceptive palms dwelt they who would transmute

The bars of Babel and the separate grave.

Night-farer blindly groping until the moon-dawn wave

Unearthly wings of dreamlight (how howlet-soft they fly

Across all feigned chasms through Oneness absolute !) ;

Athwart their leaping wing way no arrowed song is hurled

To mar the loom of Silence that claims each cancelled cry,—

Woven to build the raiment of a world

Where lonely seeking gathers golden fruit.

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New-Risen Moon's Eclipse


HARSH like the shorn head high of a gaunt grey-hooded friar

Who fearsthe beauty and use of sculptured limbs

(Brandingthe sculptor-archetype a liar),

O moon but lately risen from the foam where the sea-mew skims—

Form that a wan light cassocks, grace that a tonsure dims.


Joy that the leaden curse is rolled away to leave the golden

Tresses of earth-transforming gramarye

Whereby our wildered flesh-fret is enfolden—

O fair as the foam-fashioned goddess that awoke from the wonderingsea,

Love with the earth-shroud lifted, star from the shade set free !


Full moon, March 1932

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Late Twilight And Some Music


PERFUME too faint to stir the chords of dream—,

The sough of tiny waves from pearl-grey sea—,

Lustres of day, as pollen stains a bee,

Curdle the air to an opaline shadow-shot gleam.


Then, every furthest fibre being at rest,—

The gates of inner hearing opened wide,—

Bars of clear music through grey stillness glide,

Raising a rhythm-sun, regoldening the west.


Glamour of Schubert, ring after golden ring

Widen—and the heart with them—to far other clime,

A sovran Beauty no more at odds with Time,

And the being's adoring that will gain bright plumage, puissant wing.


March 11 , 1936.


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Response


THEREis a motion and a sense

Of permanence

When the rune of the dome has wildered the gloaming—

Till thelast echo of moon-song

wavers dim through the dawn-chant immense.


Still stars that hint, glint and quiver

In the churning river

Of sea-surge wending shore wards and lending

Earth-life to immortal spheres,

fleeting sparks to the Fire Giver !


Midst myriads a mere transient wave

Borne to one grave,—

Passion or thought of a man its life-league spanning

Ebbs back to ocean of Form,

oncoming souls to enslave.


Mirror-clear went each wave that knew the sky ;

To it drew nigh

The mirrored orbs who spoke, bequeathing their taintless token-

A sigil of mind's transmuting,

a seal of the love-loyal heart's reply.


May 19, 1932.

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Farthest Sea


DOWN the nesh pathway into the wood,

into the pixie dell,

We had passed the turn where an elmtree stood

and a rathe-ripe harvest fell

On the withered fern and the phantom leaves

of yesterautumn's revel ;

Washed by the waves that the windflower breathes

across the glimmering level

Green sea that laves the forbidden shore

in the rune of the white flower-foam,

Was the heart of the dene—and the shimmering floor

decked for the dance of the gnome.

July 13, 1932.


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To The Four Names Of The Mother Divine


Maheshwari


NOR mote nor world may swerve beyond Thy law,

O Veiled One : but starry incense bore

Rumour of Thee from midnight's ancient hill—

" Tranquil insistence with compassionate will."


Mahasaraswati


Far-avenued between the day and night

Thy lotus breathes perfection from its heart,

Crowning our shadow-dream with crystal light,

Moulding Time's clay to ever-living Art.


Mahakali


Men of the noon-tide, careless of earthly norm,

Shall trace Thy fire-dance down the ways of storm,

Mocking the ramparts of the world's deceit,

Casting their death beneath Thy Living Feet.


Mahalakshmi


Very softly when the day with

folded wings Feels underneath its weight the curved calm

Of mothering earth, the water nuphar sings

Through Thee her moon-enscrolling river-psalm.

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Green Moth


HOW came your green translucency

to palimpsest my page,

shadow of dim-wayed alchemy

backthrown from after-age ?

No this-world-print enwalls my cage,

but script of gramarye

up glimmers past your filmy wings

and dips my hodden thought

in some faint moon washed tide that brings

colours undreamt, unsought !

If all your kind are fosterlings

a phantom gale up caught

from dragoned meadows of the moon,

your flutter-fans of jade

belong where palaces are hewn

from porcelain, choicely made,

whose silver carp in trance have swayed

through chasms emerald-strewn

divergelessly.... and midnight's rim

of green-veined marble stairs

ascend to where the fireflies limn

a flicker of green tears

before a golden-pillared seat,

dragon-chased with green,

that bears— in silver cage of light—

the hierarch parakeet,

whose sustenance has ever been

the rainbow of the night

where topaz wines with sapphire meet

within the chrysoprase

moon-brimmed bowl of haze

borne by green-silked serving maids

from dim green-vista'd lunar glades.

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The Kingfisher


UP a mossy creek,

All in a blur the rosy breast

And the blue of water-mirrored, earth-forsaking, dream-swift pinionson their quest,—

Bird of the rainbow, quilled from the noon-sky, tempest-sudden and bysunrise blest.


On, over rock, under bough, yet you seek.


Owing me too on, and afar, to the end of your way,

Your fathomless, sun happy, speed-dizzy, crystalline water-bright way,

Till with eyes rinsed clear by the wind-rush,

And with ears that your strangeness unsealed,

Iam one with the prayer of the noon-hush,

" May the wounded Silence be healed."


Sapphire thought swung to time with your wingbeat,

Outwitting dull janitor earth,—

Rare token we lay at Love's feet,

Rose glimmer of trust mid the dearth,—

Sudden astounding hope of the shadow-housed soul,

And answer-flash of the o'erarching, ever during diamond Spirit Fire,

Whose un borrowed Light is the inexhaustible, all-place-centered goal

For the sunrise bird of ecstasy and sapphire-struck desire.


July 28, 1932.

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Phoenix


THE sky of night is but the ebon door,

star-golden with nails of fire :

beyond, the unimaginable floor

is flecked with glory from the kindled pyre

of gift immortal in the mortal giving

and firth serene 'cross war,

wing worthiness and alchemy of living,-—

flooding with trust our gloom-sad corridor.

The phoenix egg of quintessential light

Death in the desert place

vainly encompasses : beyond their night

loves the archetypal Form of lovers' race

in Whom the shadow-barriers have vanished

and prison walls of name

come not between (for blended incense banished

their wraith in ashes winnowed by the flame).

A wan and worn earth sleeps in warless grave ;

Arabian phoenixland

fossils un habited shell—so save

toil of aspiring will to understand !

Other the thy my wakefulness that beckoned

Phaedrus on wing ward way—

child of the Sun whose wakening memories reckoned

the wing-bright peace of Solar Yesterday.

Vivid as almandine, world-hallowing feet

flame from the sunrise lair.

Uprush of wings matching the paths they beat

of crystalline blue diamond thoroughfare.

Tranquil the phoenix-poise of golden crested,

fleece-white and sorrow less

head of the undefeated vision who had nested

where on Time's moments looms the Everliving ness.

October 13, 1932.


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PHOENIX—OFFERED


[Suggested in part by Yeats' lines :—

" And lingered in the hidden desolate place,

Where the last Phoenix died*

And wrapped the flames above his holy head ;"]


HEART of the holy Phoenix, grant my prayer

to be thy hierophant:

then in the desert precincts I prepare

beggarly tokens of Love's regnitude,

high sphered in spirit-lovely adamant,—

dog worthy crumbs of the ambrosial food

lifted in lordly rites by blissful celebrant

amid the joy-thrilled firmaments of being.

From wan and wind-swayed ashes came the victor, phoenix-renewed ;

so from the dim earth symbol rise up, O Rose of seeing.

Concealing silver calyx of the Rose,

no more you wholly hide

the myriad-shaded mystery that flows

in crimson whorls of splendour round the pure

centrality of dross less gold beside

the nectar wells of wonder and the sure

petal-breathed tang of changeless love time-verified.

Surely this petal-sweetened breeze came flowing

out of the sheer unfathomed vastness to procure

rum our of the Undying Rose from finite clay up growing ?

But now through moonlit roadstead swings the sun

in height's tranquillity;

Time's brabble pauses—as a beck may run

into a sky-clear pool, held dreaming-deep ;

Day's minutecourse tangents Eternity

and all unshapely thought is put to sleep.

Veiled in a flicker of wings, from that immensity

on delicate azure pinions calm descending,

he crowns, Prometheus wise, life with resurgent leap

of a quenchless flame fraught worship,—phoenix-lit fire unending.

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The Avatara


MAGNET of all the world's desire,

Soul of all music, shepherd of starry gyre,

Gopal, Yasoda's foster-child, the demon-slayer,

The beauty-hungry hearts to Thee aspire—

Limber and lovely Lord, Brindavon's fluteplayer.


Blue lotus borne on stem of gold,

Mace, discus, trumpet did Vasudev behold,

And Devaki, while wind and rain and levin weltered ;

Thus were the kinghood and divinity foretold—

Doom of Mathura's house by Kansa's dungeon sheltered.


Cradled in Vasudeva's arms

The Peerless One finds haven from those harms

Of throne-usurping Kansa where the hallowed dream-way,

Named Yamuna, mirrors the guardian palms

Of Gokula and spreads to the moon her fleckered gleam-way.


Singing with joy, Yasoda knelt;

In Nanda's house the Flawless Beauty dwelt.

The Golden Age is here, the rhythmic waters brimming—

No more mid arid harsh nesses unfelt :

And hearts have heard the flute-breath of Vaikuntha's hyming.


December 7,1932.

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Timescape


WILLOW and rowan and alder

at the mountain river side

whose rocks, below their wavering arch,

in gullies of gloom the mossy horsemen ride.

And outpost-isles loom balder

because no shadows hide

their boulders bleached by day's-breadth parch

amid the foams hot silver-chanting glide.

November pads her pillow

with thoughts no bough may keep

after the year's-end Lethe flood

dismemoried all the trees and gave them sleep :

' twixt rowan stems, and willow,

chill starbeams creep ;

through skulls of last year cones that stud

the alder-crest the clams of winter seep.

By yesterfreshet's leavings

the withy wands were dight

half-mast for Winter's overthrow,—

but yet those buglers golden on the height

entrap the sunlit weavings

of Spring with catkin-light

and set the quivering air aglow

with colour and bee-song by the honey bight.

The flower-fletched arrow

of the year's course came

into this autumn solitude

and fired the rowan's tinder with its aim.

Light's lovely glories narrow

and sweal in the crimson flame :

Time veered,—the lightless days renewed

graith for the lightward urge no bars can tame.

December 13, 1932.


Page 29

Restoration


ALL space is cribbed, confined,

Alf time abeggar's mite :

There is a bitter rind

No after-depths requite.


Dustwhirl of galaxies.

As a top, gathers and sleeps

In swift tranquillities

Of time-unwearied deeps.


Error to Eden came,

Drew from Eve's mouth

Sweetness that changed to grame

And lonely drouth

And with rinded hardness

First joined to the tree,—

A symbol of this marred-ness,

Strange hope of things to be.

February 11, 1933.


Page 30

Love The Vindicator


NOR sleep nor leave me ; evermore press on

Unswervingly as justice, paramount,

Shadow less, unhasting, undismayed,

Or as in tenderness of twilit skies

Translunar radiance forthglimmering

Starkly from Truth's vigil and far thronging

Of gold-apparelled unappeasable stars.

March 27, 1933.


Page 31

Mahesha


CHANGELESS ordainer of change,

Where mutable lights

Into whiteness and rest

Are blended on pinnacle heights

Of the sky-piercing range

In measureless flights

Of that stairway unsullied no footfalls of sorrow have pressed.


Formless renewer of forms,

Who, fetterless, destroying

Bondage of Name,—

Uplifter from alloying

Taints, and shelterer from storms,

Whose steps have measured earth's enjoying ;

To thy raised foot the earth-delivered came.


Aimless, yet knowing each goal,—

As un frontiered Space Moves not at all,

But centres in each place

One instant effortless control ;

Or as the pity finds Thy face

When on Thy shrine the tears and bell eaves fall.

Page 32

Youngling Crescent


THE youngling crescent of the moon,

Joy's signature on Siva's brow,—'

All that the silences allow

From the spear swift hurling sound

When the midnight mirrors noon

And the shadow-cliffs resound,—

A slender gleam and silver arc

Of knowledge ' twixt the dark and dark,

A snake uncoiling from the ground

Unearthly body wisdom-bright,

Evoking from the eld of night

The frozen music of the moon.


Full Moon night, May 1933.

Page 33

Friendship


AS tyrant eats the selfhood of his slave,

As captive strikes no root in loneliness,

Must draughtsman ship avoid all figure save

These two,—the centre less circumference,

And that self-weariness of Present whence

Nor silvern hopes nor pure gold memories gave

Access to one, friend-welcome, fetterless ?

High dreams have limned the triptych, scored the stave.


Now stave is set with ampler harmonies ;

Ulysses has resailed from Ithaca,—

To fairest apples of Hesperides,

Beyond our drossed horizons, traveller ;

And Argo's prow is aimed for Colchis Fleece :

Foam-plash of silver. . . .courage.. shimmering peace.

June 18, 1933-


Page 34

Maha-Lakshmi


Borne on the golden-plumed eagle of Vishnu, or seated within the red lotus.


UNDER the evening storm-lower

Far in the western sky

Gold are the wings of the eagle

Who bringeth Beauty nigh.


Heard we the sedges answer

The wind in a whispered cry—

Or a silk robe's fading rustle

And Her feet passing by ?


Framed in the day-dawn glimmer

Her fields of lotus lie,—

In the heart one worship-petal

Wins God-horizonry.

July 14, 1933.


Page 35

Atlantis


FRET Truth into false flinders

And-rend time moment-meal,

Leave on Love's altar cinders,

—Let no bells peal.


Moider the sage and the wizard,

Be fleering-fain to trace

As A leads on to izzard

So fair to base.


Now in no darn full acre

Is manhood leasing-loath;

Wealth guards the craven breaker

Of yester-oath.


O moon, draw the waters over

Atlantean fields :

Let some star, some aeon-rover

Be the egg that yields


Singers of truth who mingle

All beauty in one cry,-—

A wingway where Love's single

Phoenix shall fly.


Page 36

Prelude


MY mind would be as wax or snow

Smoothly white, silent and aware

Of a Song unsphered in earth-dim register,

Of Bliss where peace ward footsteps go.


Waves of desire be still and leave

A grief-un furrowed lotus lake,

Whereon the quest full lifting blossoms break

In worship-banners when the eve


Has limned a trance upon the air,

A swirl of sunset on the stream,

An ecstasy of quivering bells that seem

Born from the heart of Prayer.

August 20, 1933-


Page 37

Moksha


AS one who saunters on the seabanks in a wilderness of day

Is dazzled by the suschot marge and rippling counterchange

Of wavebeams and an eager hood of quivering wings that range—

Grey on the sky's rim,—white on the foam-pathway,—


Each man is wildered myriadly by outsight and surface tone

Engirdling soul with clamour, by this fragmentary mood,

This patter of Time's marring steps across the solitude

Of Truth's abidingness, Self-Blissful and Alone.


But when eastward-streaming shadows bring the hush of eventide

The wave-lapped sun can wield again his glory of hence-going

And furnish by his lowlihead vast dreams of heaven-knowing—

A golden wave-way to the One where Beauty's archetypes abide.


August 25, 1933-

Page 38

Derivation


GOOD-BYE to the beechen girdles,

Then slantwise up the-hill—

And a shimmering silence curdles

To notes that spill

Out from a feathered mote

Or a spark

Of the unseen joy, from the throat

Of light-enfettered lark.


Leaving the past to kindle

Springlight, Persephone

Ended winter's dwindle

In Sicily ;

And out of Pluto's tomb

Engendered

For deathless Love a bloom

—Love stays, though flowers are rendered.


How should one flowing stream-head

Reck neither joy nor pain

Unless heaven's gift were dream-led

To light again ?

High on the hillside welling

From sad earth,

—Pure mirror, sky-compelling,

—Soul's nectar of new birth.

October3, 1933.


Page 39

Twilight Hush


A FOREST of shadows gliding fast,

Magnetwise, as drawn on by the sun

For westerly waning sunset-goal—

Zenith past, how eerily they run !


On paths that meander 'cross the sky,

Gleam and bend cloud-centaurs from afar

Moon-bow that is aiming, silver-taut,

Arrows made of silence at a star.

October 19, 1933.


Page 40

The Forest Of Pan


FROM a vista of stillness hugely hewn

Beechen pillars looming, on the floor

Trance-light of a summer afternoon

Ambers Time—and Silence—to the core.


Eternity hovers, creeping through

Clouds that move too slowly to be kenned ;

Infinity sails on wings of blue

'Thwart a sky un shadowed and un penned.


The slopes of the Silence-hill are passed ;

Piping sweeps all sadness from the air :

Dissolvings of fear show naked vast

Thunderous limbs man-momently-appear.

October 26, 1933.


Page 41

Stanzas To Apollo


SWIFT lord of the golden arrow-flight,

Splendour-limbs we sought as in a dream.

Our closeness to the Uncreated Light,

Wideness-Truth and Purity supreme.


The giants of night are battle-fled,

Noisome clouds are wrested from the slough ;

Immortal flame-glow is about Thy head,

Honey-pale the stillness of Thy brow.


A moment, poise-mirrored, tokens Thee,—

Guise of neck and arching of his wing

Enlimned on the faultless ripple-free

Sheen of light where swan hood is the king.


White shrine near the sacred laurel boughs,

Marble quest of Timelessness adored,

From Night's bitter ocean hastening prows,

Urged to thee, come visionary-oared.


When guardians of cities, wisdom-fast,

Freed the gates of Beauty for the soul,

On vision-splendoured days where Thou had passed

Broke what gale of strangeness from the Whole !


Thy body is a song that never palls,

Singing thoughts Thy sandals on the way ;

Across Thy limbs no shadow vesture falls—

Bright beyond thralled reckoning of clay.

November 8, 1933.


Page 42

In The Cycle Of A Day


THE wide sable expanse of infinite skies

From north to south is unfurled by giant hands :

And a new moon is cradled in swaddling bands

Somewhere beyond ; and the winds hush in surprise.


As a flight of grey murmuring birds aswim

On a mere of sky, darkness unharshens ; a shimmer and breath

Phantom the air : a sun reddening from underneath

Bend of the earth minutely forges to the brim.


Very lightly the tree-tops in a summer breeze

Wave their green plumes to the haze-rimmed sapphire sky :

June is ablaze with meandering butterfly

And bright lairs that bewilder the engrossed bees.


The heron's unhurrying nestward flight

Threads through the silence, and his deserted pool

Crimsons to wine.... Reremice across the cool

Flicker and spider-weave the shadowy night.

November 20, 1933.


Page 43

Vistas Of A Dream


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.


Page 44

ENVOI


THIS was the country that I did not know.

The joy that has no shadow-throw.

A lore which worldlings worthless deem,

That love our thralled hearts fear to show,

That power no helmed hosts bestow

—Of freedomed soul the source and stream.


Here was day's imprisoned beam.

The dying sunset's fadeless gleam,

And prayer of all green things that grow ;

This the Spring's eternal theme—

Flowering trees in silver dream

And visioned globes of gold hood glow.


November 24, 1933.


Page 45

Thyoneus


WHO has not wandered through the woods in Spring

Where ancient trees renew eternal youth

And tips of deathless joy the withered brown upfling

Under the skies of Truth ?


Glimpsed, past the maenad, the satyr, the midsummer flower,

A pine-wreath that circles brows calm, free from hurt,

And a greenness of cone-tipped wand and earth-exceeding Power.

—That thyrsus, ivy-girt ?


In Him are the sun's warmth and the tendrils twined

Where trust is sweet and friendship has no flaw ;

He brings peace to cities and greatening to the mind,

—Dionysus, giver of law.


Born from this earth's aspiring the Unborn Fire

Scathed and slew, Whom no finite's wounding mars,

By Whose unimagined glory is raised from her sorrow-pyre

Thyona among the stars.


November 29, 1933.


Page 46

Eros, The Unscathed By Chance


HASTENING arrow-fall of hazard flight,

Poor earthen counterpart of shooting stars ;

Or meanly carven wood-block on the bench

Where no Form-spirit beats against the bars

And leaps no chaos-ending chisel-smite

To cancel Death, Time, Change, Forgetfulness.

These feebly kindled tapers Time must quench

In fickle, slothful, craven years—unless

The undreamable epiphany of Light

Has flashed from other soul's most secret sky

And turned to gold and everliving flame

This tawdry candle of mortality :

Life-giver to unborn gods, heaven-building Might,

Love without form, end, variance, or name.


January 25, 1934.


Page 47

Vision Of Eros


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.


Page 48

AT THE TIME OF THE NEW MOON: TO ONE WHO IS LOVED


IF at joy's noon you are the sun,

A sapphire-girded flame,

Each veering crescent and half moon

Turns light ward memory's aim

When noon is done.


If one star fills the day bright thought,

The myriad glitter-play

Of evening spreads in a thousand rills

For the delta of dreams that ray

Which you have brought.


If the new moon leave my barren sky

Emptied of thoughts of you,

Behind this bleakening world receive

From a shrine the votive blue

Petals of ecstasy.


February 14, 1934.


Page 49

Vita Sub Specie Amorist


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."


February 15, 1934.


Page 50

Soulstead


IN the core of this shadowy world

A shadow less place

Where Sorrow's dark wings are unfurled,

Banished Death's trace.


Pinions of sheer delight

Conquer pain ;

Self-subsistent Light

Comes again.


Shifting and sunder hood

This cannot mar ;

Quenchless, unriven stood

Love's single star.


How manifold disguises

Teemed from the One :

Loaned iterance suffices—

Till the play is done.


February 22, 1934.


Page 51

ONLY THE FOAM MADE RAINBOWS


ONLY the foam made rainbows

In that cloudless land,

Where no storm or stain shows

Enmities at hand.


Under the blue blue ocean

Sealed in a pearl-white grot

Singers of heart's devotion

Frame song-ways to that spot.


Flowers are not more fragrant

Than the incense of their strain ;

The whispering currents vagrant

Sift their golden grain.


They've a tune of the silver fretting

Of love's first eager dawn,

And a rune of sun's outward setting

In fields of deathless corn


Where each poppy's a flaming token

Of all that the world denies

And a cornflower in sapphire has spoken

Of fathomless skies.


February 27, 1934.


Page 52

A Song Of Returning


GLIMMER of day beam

Harbingers night's end

Swiftening of the stream

Looses the bubbles penned

Against their foam-white leap fore kenned.


O for a sword

To cleave the murk asunder ;

O for a heart assured

Amidst the torrent's thunder

To balk that Time-race thief of plunder.


Out of a questant morrow

Curlews drifting by

Send ekings of sorrow

Across the moorland sky—

And whimbrels pipe strange sevenfold cry.


If there be so much sadness

In the fore-end of the day,

What ort or lag of gladness

Is lapped in noontide's ray ?—

O scan the silver salmon's way.


Doffed was the sea-wont's ill

And the garb of wave-borne good,

Heading upriver still.

Following yonder hood,

Fain of reaching where high hills stood.


If glossed sea-wealth could hold him

In bitter loveless ways,

Some god should dream-enfold him

And echo through his days

That hest he swervelessly obeys.


Page 53

Liegedom of Time is ended,

Souls in their freedom love,—

The steep foamfall ascended,

And the last gloomy clough ;

And a joy-vast sky azures above.


February 27, 1934.


Page 54

As A Moonbeam Flies


THE silken web of the moon

Is fallen on the sea :

Silence bereaved set free

An old and a new tune.


Swing slow, swing low.

Gently your pinions lifting.

Swing low, swing slow,

Starlight your pinions sifting.

Swing slow, swing low,

Silent and moonwardly drifting.


From this moon so nearly full

Gaze upon crescent earth

Sad children of lunar dearth

Fain would pull.


Swing by, swing nigh,

You are an earthbeam here.

Swing nigh, swing by,

Scatter earthshine from your hair.

Swing by, swing nigh,

On deadness and shadowscape drear.


Starkly that silver tomb

Eschewed, receding—

Hail to new glories breeding

In earth's womb.


Swing fast, swing past,

Life's cry through the silence seeping.

Swing past, swing fast,

Song wards and earthwards leaping.

Swing fast, swing past.

No more by death-tide neaping.


March 2, 1934-


Page 55

An Image Of The Psyche


WATER softly swirling

In sea cave,

Shadowlessly furling

Tainture of the grave,

Utterly revealing

The strewn pearl.

And the blue fish wheeling

Waver and curl;

In their swift bright motion

They glint and feel

The wield and surge of ocean

Moment-meal.


March 3, 1934-


Page 56

Devotional Lyric


HOW should I smooth Thy way,

Speed Thy feet,

O sojourner of Day ?—

" Doff deceit."


How shall heart's waters lure

Thee to my shrine ?—

" Be stillness and candle-pure

Vigil thine."


Make this poor fitful flame

Bright as of yore,

Shiningly spell Thy Name

Evermore.


Take, take my moteling gem—

Words fain to greet ;

There is no worth in them

Save at Thy feet.


March 7, 1934.


Page 57

Purpose


I HAVE come to the windless place,

To the high rock set

In the midst of the tedious valley

Where the embrangled joys and sorrows race

And will nowise let

Fulfilling and intendment tally.


I have come to the lonely place

Of friends unmet—

One sole resolve up bear me :

" May the rock melt and breathe itself to space

Rather than I forget

The so-long-striven-for goal now near me.'


March 9, 1934.


Page 58

The Master-Light


THE silent Deep all strewn with stars

Unswayably withholds

A moon to reap the star-fraught ears

That midnight's acre folds ;


Though a sickle-blade in the harvest hour

Reap all the stars away,

And the gleaner maid of dawn shall leave

The stark bare field of day.


O Siva-moon be swift and raze

Number and name and form,

Leaving the boon of Wideness bright

And Peace beyond all storm.


March 12, 1934.


Page 59

A Prayer


GlVE me not only gold,

But the use un wasted

Of each grain of splendour

My dazzled eyes behold—

Or be Thy nectar-cup untasted,

O Heavenly Lender.


Cleanse and furnish new

This heart receiving

Till, like a child new-born,

Its day's unshadowed hue

Can no more suffer cloud-rack's reiving.

Sunless, forlorn.


May my thought in some inmost shrine

Be ever deeming

Thee as the Taintless Giver—

In grateful tranced shine,

A soul ensilvered with Thy Gleaming

Like a moonlit river.


March 16, 1934.


Page 60

"ELEVATION"

(From Baudelaire)


HIGH over glen, tarn, pool or chine,

Hills, forest lands, cloud-ways, ocean foam,

Beyond the ethers and the sun's tethered home

And the last sphere-wall set with starry shine,


My spirit skims ; as one who weds the sea

And swims in tune with rhythmic waves of sleep,

He sends a joyous furrow through the deep,—

Vain mesh of words to snare such ecstasy !


Flee far away from fever-sullen places,

O self; be rinsed of taint on heights divine,

And quaff that pure, that quintessential wine

Of clear fire filling the limpid spaces.


Past this wearying bulk of undelight

That cumbers all our mist-enfolded world,

Happy the one who with limber wings unfurled

Voyages to peace and lovely lawns of light ;


He who his thoughts, like larks with quivering wings,

At each day's dawn for heavenward flight unpens,

Who soars o'er life and effortlessly kens

The hidden speech of flowers and all dumb things.


March 18, 1934.


Page 61

JE N'AI PAS OUBLIE....

(From Baudelaire)


IT stays so memory-clear,

White house with the city near,

A little house where peace abides.

Pomona in plaster set,

And a Venus older yet;

Each in a spindly tree-clump hides

Limbs that bear no robe :

And evening-splendoured globe

Of the sun who streams with level light

And—like a living eye Open in watchful sky—

Regards our long meal's silent flight

Through the window-glass

Which breaks the rays that pass

And strews a sheaf of glittering beam

About the room within

In steady pools akin

To a tall white candle's gleam ;

There, lapped in the amber of clear light,

The homely table-linen white,

And dark curtains for the night.


Page 62

Correspondences

(From Baudelaire)


NATURE is a shrine where vista'd gloom enhances

Whispering tongues that speak from every column—

Whereto man fares through serried forests solemn

Of symbols that scan him with their intimate glances.


As flight of echoes from a far-off beach

Into a shadowiness profound unite,

Vast as the day's width or as the titaned night,

Are matched sounds, colours, perfumes each to each.


For perfumes are sensed dawn-pure as childhood's flesh,

Softly as oboes, greenly as meadow-shroud,

-And others, vitiate, choicely and richly proud,

Winged with out flowing through the finite's mesh,

As musk, benzoin, incense, ambergris,

That sing the mind's and senses' joy-release.


March 21, 1934.


Page 63

LA BEAUTE

(From Baudelaire)


I AM loveliness infrangibly, the dream of adamantine stone,

Omortals, and my bosom where each one is bruised in turn

Inspires the Poet's love to burn

Like matter's dumb mute ecstasy, eternal and alone.,


Enthroned in my unfathomed thought under the sky's blue rafter,

—Asphinx with unravaged heart of snow, winged with the swan's white gift —

I hate distorting shift

Of lineaments and never wry to weeping or to laughter.


The austere poets who see the aspiring coil

Of my composure, which inmost essence takes

From all sublimity of stone,

Give sedentary hours of ceaseless toil;


For I have that which magically musters

These obedient lovers, pure mirroring which makes

All things more beautiful,—

My eyes' deep-gazing, imperishable lustres.


March 23, 1934.


Page 64

Je Te Donne Ces Vers

(From Baudelaire)


I GIVE to thee these lines that if my name's prow hail

After auspicious voyage the shores of future clime

And blend with men's thoughts at eve a shadowy dream-chime,

A galliot speeding down the course of a veer less gale,


Thy memory, like the unfixed legends of old time,

May as a dulcimer the listening ears assail

And weary them, and a mystic fellowship prevail

And link to it everlastingly my haughty rhyme,


Being whom all revile, to whom from the chasmed black

To the zenith of light none, save I, throws answer back !

—O thou who, like a shadow which leaves no dint or sign.


With serene look and so light footsteps tread and pass

Across the purblind men who deem thee as malign,

Figure with eyes of jet, angel with forehead of brass.


March 24, 1934.


Page 65

Le Flambeau Vivant

(From Baudelaire)


THEY cleave their way before me, Eyes of unearthly gleaming

Some adept among Angels did erstwhile magnetise ;

They cleave their way, these godlike brothers I am deeming

My own brothers—diamonds of light beckoning my eyes.


My pledge against grave sinning and all the hidden snares,

They lead my footsteps in the path of Beauty's height ;

They are to me as servants ; I am a slave of theirs :

My whole self bears obedience to that torch's living light.


Charm-weaving eyes who shine in lambent mystery.

As sentinel candles in the clinquant glare of day,

Bowed red by the sun, quench not their spired fantasy ;


They are celebrants of Death, you chant the awakening Ray ;

You sing my awakening soul and the in-world splendours kindling,

Star-flames no sun has scope or means or ways of dwindling !


March 27, 1934.


Page 66

Communication


EBBING and waning of joy, the day estranged :

Here, petalled evening droops ;

Below sky-rim the petals have drifted —all is changed


To a dim listless stalk where Twilight stoops

Horizonward ; and then

The black scorpion, Night, lifts claws of loneliness and loops


The zenith and all the sky

(Its venomed blackness is in the life-blood of men)

. . . . .O then, love-armed cry,


Bring with compulsive dream the moon's forge low

Over the difficult edge

Of being, that eastward-straining hopes may know


Lit pearl of un tarrying pledge,—

Counsel, and laughter, and un dissembling eyes.

Time-tame less thought shall dredge


Wide welcome for the glimpsed sail of moonrise,

The ship of understanding and conjoined wills,

The keel of trust from far-off friendly skies.


April 2, 1934.


Page 67

Lion Dore'Et Rampant


WHAT is the fabric of that flag ?

And with what tincture dyed ?

O fadeless gold within time-slag,

O taint-proof silver tide.


Beyond the frontiers of one life

Those folds are waving still

To gleam down weary leagues of strife,

Flame certitudes of will!


April 5, 1934.


Page 68

Gateway Of The Dawn


TURN to the inscape of turquoise ;

Be one with the unicorn :

And gain with bared feet the shrine way of renewal

Through the pearl-hush of dawn.


Gather blue lotus at moonrise

And with colours un guessed at strew

That sunward path the unicorns are keeping

In the pearl-pale dew ;


Matchless their worship and un veering,

Their arrow-perfect flight

Beyond the last dim barriers of morning,

Unencumbered by the night.


Greet from the quiet gateway

Of that hilltop shrine

The unimaged splendour of new day-birth,—

Heart's un beleaguered shine !


April 21, 1934.


Page 69

The Divine Shakti

COSMIC, TRANSCENDENT, INDIVIDUAL.


SEND Thy pure cadences, O Mother Divine,

To echo inly through the caves

Of a deepening heart which knows itself for Thine.

Play Thy moon-music on the quiet waves

Of an ocean's wideness in the still soul,

Where tidal waters wait Thy hushed control.


Unsullied wisdom of gold which was thrice refined,

Shine in the clear space of holy noon

On all the upland hollows of the mind :

May every shadow-harbouring thought be strewn

With solar vastness and compelled

To feel all fear and all self-limits quelled.


Men have found Thee in wildness and the sharp-tanged air,

Breathed of green multitudes of earth,

Far from hate's city, orbits of despair,

Alleys of desire or sultry streets of dearth.

Take my offered will and let it be

Fragrant as Thine own, tame less, pure and free.


April 27, 1934.


Page 70

"I SING OF A DIFFERENT PLACE"


I SING of a different place

Where dreamlight falls .

Not through dissevering space

On outward walls,

But cleaves a comelier way

Where falsehood holds no sway

And friendship gains

A truth beyond the puppet hood of Time's chains.


Within the moonscape of my dream

The silvery hooves

Of a snow-white unicorn shall gleam,

And as it moves

No harshness clangs upon the air—

But earth-born thoughts remade,

From swathes of sound stripped bare,

Are echoed in moon-purity from cliffs of jade.


There was a very silent pool:

But at midnight's stroke

When moon-rays from the zenith rule,

That mirror woke,

Enframing dream within a dream,

Song within song,

Soul's love behind all mental theme

Or passions' throng.


April 28, 1934.


Page 71

Selene


I WOULD not draw thee to myself,

But I would go to thee

(Beyond known land and bordering delf

And dyke, the unknown sea).


Embodied distance is a mote

In the all-span of Space—

But thou on Mind's expectance wrote

An un deciphered trace.


Thy husk the wandering earth still tows

In her wave-wake sable-hued :

But whose brow felt that wind which blows

Through thy selenitude ?


Thought's anti-earth, hast thou enshrined

All aspects other most—

Memento nasci of the mind-

Un beaconed, nameless coast ?


April 29, 1934.


Page 72

To The Beloved


THE power of the desert by water,

Of icefields by the sun, .

Of heart's dearth by love broken—

What if the three be one ?


Faint and far wind-whispers stirring,

Far and faint wash of the waves ;

Inly and near me your presence

Soundlessly utters and saves.


Then touch less hands may touch you,

And bodiless vision see,

And the heart of the heart may know you

By love set free.


June 2, 1934.


Page 73

Blue Flowers By A Stream


O WHO or what had called me

That blue-skied day—

Spring's aftermath of magic

And meadowsweet and hay ?

Across moon daisies nodding

In the dream-surge of grass

Time's haste less mirror fretted

By a swallow's keening pass ?


Certainly between each moment

And its mate was set

The wizard blade of the Timeless

Swordsman no man has met.


Thought at each crevice riven

Sped swirling through,—

A swift stream fringed with brooklime,

It danced to a rhythm of blue.


And like clear starlight flowing

That stream went by

Through the un regarding silence

To a fetterless rim of sky.


June 5, 1934


Page 74

Regaining


HEMMED by the sea on the eastward,

By hummocking land on, the west

Goes the clear smooth trail of sand-space

Where way worn feet may rest.


Hemmed by the day and the next day

Hovers one moon-haunted night—

On day weary eyes droop the salving

Dream-hested petals of light.


For those bruised by arrogant laughter,

Unraptured by glamorous show,

Is there somewhere a shrine of healing

Where truth and friendship grow ?


June 26, 1934-


Page 75

Assignation


DRAWING too quietly, the woven nets of sleep

Had borne me far and far from shores of day

Unwitting, till over the grey surge of a ship less deep

A reef-girt island lifted plumes of spray.


Born from the womb of trance, my shadowy feet alight

Beneath pale dunes that drift within a dream :

And Silence was taking shape in a robe of drowsy white,

And level brows beneath the dark hair gleam.


March 14, 1938.


Page 309

Sachchidananda


O I would find the truth way

That leads to Thee

From the outward shores of silver

To the Ultimate Sea.


O I would hear the fire-speech"

That echoes Thee

And pens in flaming ramparts

Each galaxy.


O I would rock the infant

Born with each world—

Feel the fingers of Beauty

On my finger curled.


July 2,1934.


Page 77

The White And Perfect Moon


O PERFECT moon ; O sky of undimmed glory ;

O earth as won with a far wave-murmured story

Winding among your dreams

(Guarded from mercenary sight,

That silver palace built of light,

Those fountains fed from moon-enchanted streams).


Moon-fragrant deep, strew thy petalled hours

Upon our sleep, till touched with subtler powers

Of augury it scries

Within the crystal bowl of night

An inscape of unfettered Light ;

Lagoons embrinked with joy ; grief-unshadowed skies.


July 26, 1934.


Page 78

After Midnight


AS we spin towards the Bright,

Trundling to the hem of night,

Earth with bated hours hides

In dark more dreamless and more deep

Her winnowing air and crooning tides

And aeon-builded hills of sleep.


Out of darkness what shall come ?

Banished voices of the dumb—

Memories of forgotten splendour—

Sudden gleam of buried might

In the heart where Love the Lender

Mocks with Day the outward Night.


July 26,1934.


Page 79

Between Two Strokes Of Midnight


THE flower of silence opens in the sky ;

A moon enealmed, a poised and frozen song,

Has gained the zenith where the clouds go by

Un convoyed by the shadow-shape of wrong.


Half of twelve to usher midnight's chiming ;

Three yoked with three to harbinger new day ;

Between, un time fast silences are climbing

To the hilltop glint where golden Truth Beams play.


Emptied of time, this rift between two beats

Of the hammer, fate, upon mortality,—

This threshing-floor whereon our being meets

The living One who bears us, henceforth, free.


July 28, 1934.


Page 80

Genesis

(Suggested by Baudelaire's Payssage)


ACROSS the sea a vision fled

With fluttering wings ; and overhead

The invisible ultimate Supreme

Above the token towers of dream

In a builder's sleep did countervail

The shadow-pull of earthdom pale.

Then rose with hieratic grace

The massy grandeurs of that place

That men call Nineveh.


Across the sea a shadow fled

With painter-like precision led

To the unrest of one square inch

North-eastward on the sapphire squinch

Crowning the stillness of a fane

Where timeless echoes seem to gain,

Beyond the brabbling rush of tears

And efforts of forgotten years,

Their shrine—Byzantium.


Across the sea a whisper fled,

Heard in the seasons' chiming tread

Of nesting birds or falling fruit,

Or heard more surely in the mute

Smoke-rise of rivers in the air

Or where the moon's unbraided hair

Twined with the foam of a waterfall :

And built the fairy palace wall

In a limpid ether—Baudelaire.


Page 81

The Feet Of The Divine Mother


O TO besom a path for the Mother

To a welcoming-place apart,—

Road running, meant for no other,

Straight to the heart.


Be Her light footfall a token

Of a Stillness fraught with Grace ;

Keep the truth ward prayer unspoken

Her sandals trace.


Not solely Heaven descended

But earth up flowers to God

Each where Her heaven-attended

Silence trod.


September 20, 1934.


Page 82

When Clouds Have Left The Sky


LONG deathly silent sky

Shrill with star-jets that gleam

For the life ward yearning eye

Weary of false dream—


A dream that Love the lord

Long long ago was slain,

When Chaos and leasing's horde

Began their reign.


Light's welkin, star-befriended,

Swiftly your banner spread ;

Love's banishment is ended,

He was not dead.


September 20, 1934.


Page 83

From Gold And Red And Blue


CALM sky of liquid gold ;

Indigo sea at eventide ;

Tawny red on the desert side

Of the red cliff aeons old.


No- breathing thing on the land ;

No fleck of foam on ocean's breast;

An aureate sky that had gained its quest

One vast silence spanned.


Before the cradle Time

Was framed or Space was fraught

With uttering sublime

From God's creative Thought,

The mantra of this colour chime

Was unreckonably wrought

In all its sorcery of hue

From gold and red and blue.


September 20, 1934.


Page 84

Exempt


TO drop through a hole in the sky -

Out of Space,

Beyond all distance reckoned by

Our earthly race.


Into forgotten sea

Of backward time

Dive and swirl down unerringly

To a fairer clime,—


Finding some deep sea-cave,

There to abide

Till the last buffet and foam-wan wave

Of Time subside.


September 20, 1934.


Page 85

Loneliness


DEEP in a far green forest land

Is the shore of an inland sea:

No grey shingle or gleaming sand

Or wave's white ecstasy.


Only a moon-pale ledge of rock,

Lapped by that sullen waste

Of Limbo-drift where a shadowy flock

Of dream birds spaced.


In the unquiet wideness of their lonelihood

Are as that sky-line aimlessly empty of good.


September 20,1934.


Page 86

Beneath The Palaces Of Noon


TELL me the rune word of the moon,

A glittering key of sound

Hid far underground

Beneath the palaces of noon.


There, deep below, moon-waters flow

Between the ivory height

Of unsealed solar light

And earthward curdling banks of woe.


Surely the lotus of wisdom may float

One arm's length out of reach

From earth sorrow-beach

Petal-perfect, silvery remote. .


September 23, 1934.


Page 87

Moon-Prompted


A SILVER shimmer and silence

Far out upon the sea :

Silenceward steps of yearning

Inly to Thee,

Mother of tranquil shine.


Soft pearl glimmer in hazing,

Yet moon-revealing, sky :

A hush and a dim heard footfall—

And Grace is nigh,

Mother of inner hood shrine.


Power and immaculate Glory,

Whom outward eyes may greet—

In this hour might the inward quicken,

Cloudlessly meet

Mother and Beauty Divine.


September 24, 1934.


Page 88

Adharma


FROM the rim of the world to the zenith

Is a chasm-roof of cloud '

(What shape in this gloom-built sepulchre

Is stretched in a shroud ?)


Storm-drift like vampires crowding

All earth kindred note—

But different guises of one Silence

(Is it terror seized their throat ?)


Not one star-ship left floating

And the moon-beacon dowsed :

Shall the Guardians of earth, so sleep-enchanted,

Be ever roused ?


September 26, 1934.


Page 89

Promise


A SKY swept free of cloud ;

Trees whose true guise of growing

Stayed, through all tempests blowing,

Root fast and un cowed ;


Headland of rock that' braved

All through the hurl of winter

Buffets that rive and splinter

From sea-might, million-waved.


Drawing near of sun despite

Serried griefs dim-shrouding,

Then to silver glory prouding

Dawn-sky forestowed with light.


October 12, 1934.


Page 90

Vigil


.. I FINE, the slang they talk in heaven must be Greek,

Foot-hills of music to fade beneath the peak

Of the unseizable august angelic speech

That earth's joy-scanted tongue may never reach

Nor these din-baffled ears hope once to hear :

Yet,—rending joy's ebb and winter most of year,—

Incarnate in melody, on wings of power to them

Who guard the sheep on wakeful hills of Bethlehem.


Page 91

Primacy


FEATURELESS grey-white cloud

Wrapping the earth in a shroud,

Muting the foam-lilt tune

Of sea-bewitching moon.


Silence sprung from no womb.

Gathered about with gloom

And un shape of Not-Being,

Glimpse less to mortal seeing.


Un transitory Beam

Behind earth-shapes that seem ;

Shore to the last dim wave :

Death's ultimate grave.


October 18, 1934.


Page 92

Sadhana


CAST off that outward life,

The foe to what must be born ;

Bevel with whittling knife

Wide windows for the dawn.


Break through the subtle net

Of past ward-aimed desire :

High in hope's turret set

The all-renewing fire.


Within a barren world,

Clear spring, a space of trees,—

Could the mirage Wrong unfurled

Be matched with these ?


Page 93

A WISH


Fore speech


BEFORE the sun goes down

And the dark's waterfall

Swarthily sprinkles quiet

Beyond recall,


Bestow one just true thought

For these words not overlong

(Night knows no countervailing,

Nor any song).


Firedrake


A flinder of old folklore

Tells of a shooting star,

How wishes of a man who spies it

No ill-haps mar.


Since hearing of that legend

Each firedrake that I see

Goes fraught with wishes for your thriving

And supremacy.


O would that through your life's welkin

I like the star could slide,

Twine for each breath and every heart-beat

Joys that abide;


Then to the limbo and ending

I should speed forth content,

An arrow that had not gone wide of target

From bow not vainly bent.


October 30, 1934.


Page 94

Quest


FROM the dip of a lonely valley there straggles up a hill

A ribbon of beckoning lane sheer to the sky-topped sill:

I would I were up at the sky-turn, viewing the farther side—

Grant that one who is greatly loved in the yonderly valley abide !

I climb through the hours of the morning with a dwindling shadow to drag,

While the steep-up far-off sky-line with the heat haze seems to sag.

Through dim velvet of noon-woven silence trails a tapestries silver of lark,


Slender as tremulous hopings that handles the borders of dark.

But O if beyond that sky -line loom a bare tableland

And a graveyard path between blear rocks on either hand,

With no end to its lonely treading but a skull and a tangle of bones—.

Stars half seen in a roky sky—bat's empty squeak above mere stones.


October 31, 1934-


Page 95

Hieratic


(SYMBOLS OF THE INNER VITAL WORLD)


UNDER the amethyst tree

In a cavern of ocean

Pale limbs of the daughters of the sea

Weave their mystical motion.


There was no rumour from the land

Of reef's wave-grapple :

Their leader shed from her right hand

The gleam of a ruby apple.


Each other moon-pale maid

Bore, heaped and mellow,

Pomegranates carved from lunar jade

On topaz salvers yellow.


No date for steps they dance,

For song no dimming ;

Time will reive not their beauty but enhance

Joy's glyph those feet are limning.


November 17, 1934.


Page 96

They


AS they wander by the edges of the world

In the uncharted place,

By shimmering lagoons and shores impearled

With light from all the moons that ever curled

Thin horns round Space,


They whisper to each other words of boding

From no human lips

Like windle-straws that feel the night wind's goading,

Like the whine when rockets reel and zoom, exploding,

And the star-shower dips.


They weave no shadow pattern with the moon-rays,

They cast no shade

As they stalk across the land of that lagoon-maze :

Though their feet have crossed the sand on certain noondays,

No dints were made.


November 18, 1934.


Page 97

" THE PROBLEM OF GOOD "


CAN a shadow cast a shadow or an echo give new sound

Or the ebb tide shrink still further or the full moon wax more round ?

Or withered flower droop sadder— Or madmen rave yet madder

Or earth-hood's evil Powers be more securely crowned ?

If hoof-prints do not' show upon the sand,

If axe-doomed tree resist the woodman's hand,

Then may Good Will have hope to do the thing it planned !


But is the stream engendered more lofty than the spring ?

Or could the sling-stone's hurtling have sped from an unnerved sling ?

Or might the songbird's brood

Fly forth if Love eschewed

Vigil and food-finding and life-enlisted wing ?

The arc has broken ends—but they shall meet.

Force has the guise of a god—but with clay feet.

Surely the lark at dawn-break shall Beauty with beauty greet.


November 19, 1934.


Page 98

Discerning


I PUT out my hand and you will lead me

Down the secret valley to a shore

Thundered on by foam-spent former ages—

Will the ship with a griffin beak be anchored as before?


Someone loosed the cable of the present,

Hoisted sail and steered the gleaming prow

Through green-watered island-covered ocean—

Landed on the coast—and cut the golden bough.


Clear translucent leaves of golden glamour

Wreathe the cloudy topaz of the fruit :

What rune-encircled knife could safely sever

From night's familiar grove that strangely dawning shoot ?


November 20, 1934.


Page 99

Chiming


'THE moon is a hollow gong. O let it beat

The indiscerptible union of day and morrow,

The chimes of midnight that from each other borrow—

Toll three, count six, and three not yet complete.


The moon is a hollow gong and it shall greet

Snake-charming of Breath from Dust and Joy from Sorrow :

Earth's wax shall yet the print of heaven borrow—

Once three, now six, and three for the future's mete.


The moon is a hollow gong that must complete

The swiftening rush from a day to a fairer morrow

That reaches Joy on stepping-stones of Sorrow—

Slow three, swift six, three more-unimaged-fleet.


November 21, 1934.


Page 100

Song


SWIFTLY the moment goes,

O, who can stay it ?

All that Love's debtor owes—

And but dreams to pay it.


Had I a sapphire pen

And page of argent,

What title known to men

Write on its margent ?


May speed out dare Love's wing

Or web of song entrap him ?

He recks no words we sing—

Silence, and truth, enlap him.


May 14, 1935.


Page 122

" WHITE-COMBING WAVES FROM A CLOUDLESS OCEAN"


" That God has laid His fingers on the sky, .

That from those fingers glittering summer runs

Upon the dancer by the dreamless wave."

[Lines in W. B. Yeats ' " THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND."]


WHITE-COMBING waves from a cloudless ocean

Fall on a fairy shore :

Faint rhythm of their un shadowed motion

Beats evermore

A sorrow less dream, drugged by their magical potion,

Within Time's core.


Marble-white in the summer's glory,

Foam-toss from sea to land :

Mating their dance to a wordless story,

Joy-silent band

Of the ones whose locks can never be hoary

Pass like flame on the sand.


November 24, 1934.


Page 102

Stars


MEN call you far. You are not far enough.

For the beggar earth your, alms of holy love

Drop through the consecrated night—consuminegfir.


Deafness has mouths belying you as dumb.

From some Deep beyond the deep your 'rhythms come

Of Titan fingers wakening Truth's implacable lyre.


The craven flee from the calm light of your eyes ;

Drunken with darkness, how should they surmise

Intrepid loveliness no haste, no weakness mars ?


Bemusing the dim roof of vaulted space

Consentient clouds of golden incense trace

High homage of His Beauty from the enraptured stars.


November 28, 1934.


Page 103

Far Across The Foam Of Change


SWIFTLY come and swiftly pass

Through the .shadows on the grass

Joyful bands and faery glee

Over the rainbow-flowered lea.

Bright their eyes and bright their hair ;

Song-bright "voices free from care.

Scarfed with webs of golden glow :

Sweet are the silver horns they blow.

All the summer-laden day

Bathes their bird swift meadow-play

In a more translucid ray

Than spills from cloudless noon of May ;

For the fair strand through which they range

Lies far across the foam of change.


Invocation


BRIGHT world across the foaming sea of change,

Pine-odorous peak and all the purple range

Of hills where the ever-living gay ones dwell,

To sleep-hushed ear some tale of splendour tell.


November 30, 1934.


Page 104

Fire-Water-Air


[Based on the occult teaching about the Elements, that Air reconciles the disharmony between Fire and Water —just as, physically, vapour is engendered by the contact of heat with moisture.]


NIGHT with mustered star-flares harries

Moisture and dark :

Lo, lightless earth with sun-flame marries

When bids the lark.


Night her load of star-tears carried—

A sacrificial dew.

Was not silver mist with the bright gold married

When the dawn-winds blew ?


Did the thrusts of air the star-spears parry

Spring from Night's lip ?

O let not Morning's whiteness tarry—

Sail-bright ship.


December 6, 1934.


Page 105

"WHEN TWILIGHT FALLS IN A DIM CASCADE"


" Because, to him who ponders well,

My rhymes more than their rhyming tell

Of things discovered in the deep,

Where only body's laid asleep. "


[Lines from TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES, by W. B. Yeats.]


WHEN twilight falls in a dim cascade

Over the eastern bars,

And vapour-woven tent of shade

Makes earth forget the stars,

The Bringers of the hidden sleep

From in world of star-lotus deep

Are burthened with a heavy cry ;

They mourn and half forget to fly.


But when star-dignities exult

Through twilight-softened air,

The Borderers of sleep consult

With violet-shadowed hair

Waving across the evening's cool

Pellucid-watered lotus pool.

And night is stirred by tremulous wings

To dream of unimagined things.


December 7,1934.


Page 106

Vision Of The Lethe-Drinker


IN a garden that had fallen out of Time

The pristine lily grew,

Beside a stream ; and roses in their prime,

Braziers of ruby, had embalmed the air

Through which no wing of darkening sorrow flew,—

But humming-birds, dream-hovering everywhere,

Had fled the tear-wet rainbow bough of Time.


December 8, 1934


Page 107

The Seeking And The Sought


I SAW the moving flood of crystal sweep

Over translucent gold,

Aureate boulders, topaz jut and peep

Where argent Silence rolled.


I saw the tall flamingoes waiting there ;

And the stream held, mirror-wise,

Dream-tokens, unspotted by shadow or care,—

A strangeness, a timeless prize.


I felt the hushed sublimity of noon

In that flashing silver dew—

Insurgent sun's at-one-ness with the moon—

As in Time glimpsed the Timeless through.


December 13, 1934.


Page 108

FROM FAERY CITY WALL


WIDE ways of gold across the sea

Westward, at evenfall,

Still lead to the strand whence echoes flee

As the Danaan bugles call.


Faint and soft and honey sweet

From faery city wall

That golden clamour bids our feet

Where the Danaan bugles call.


At moonrise we'll list for the fabulous oars

On the dark waves' rise and fall,

And they'll ferry us to the magical shores

Whence the Danaan bugles call.


December 14, 1934.


Page 109

[A RENDERING OF XAVIER DE MAGALLON'S LINES, IN "l' Ombre" ON HIS SON, A FLYING OFFICER WHO WAS KILLED IN THE WAR]


LOVELY dawns return not of long ago :

Fair were the two striplings-yourself and day

Who together rose to the quickened sun;

Then the sun and you in the echoing air

Redolent, purified with dew, together

Linked your ways like comrades, sleep left behind.


I unlatch my window as in days gone by,

Letting in pellucid dawn-litanies ;

Cerement drops from newly-arisen day ;

Morning reappears on the sad hill-tops—

Dark is he, now dragging un companioned steps.


Page 110

ACROSS TRIUMPHANT ACRES OF THE NIGHT


ACROSS triumphant acres of the night

Slow-swung pinions of the unborn dream

To the hidden daybreak pursue primeval flight.


Chartless un frontiered aeons of the dark,

On their lonely silence breaks no morning theme,—

Our dreams have held the Promethean spark.


But half descried, the dawn-lit peaks of joy,—

There, living hues shall blend in a rainbow stream,

And there no sundering thought can enter or destroy.


January 8, 1935.


Page 111

Evenfall


THE cloudless sky has burnished all the hours

Across the hours the figured Afternoon

Has passed, and in her wake the sultry flowers

Of nenuphars have drowsed on the lagoon.


Day's clamorous tide has ebbed far out along

The golden shining sands of western sky ;

Moments of quiet are threaded on a song—

Softer than thistledown the sylphs go by.


January 10, 1935.


Page 112

The Divine Love


SURGING softly on the pebbles of the brim

To that ocean-swaying under .the quiet moon,

Wave-syllables quicken enchantments dim

Through this long hour of midnight's nether-noon.


Far forgotten now the heaviness of day,"

The unreal shadows and all things that die ;

Immortal prescience on the pearl-white way

Where the moon's magic drips down from the sky.


Vision fails and hearing gropes to seize no more

Foam silver-shining, dream-notes of the wave :

The hushed soul mirrored, echoed, gained the shore

Of Light self-offered, of taintless Love that gave.


January 14, 1935-


Page 113

Acropolis


CEASELESS was the seeking,

Golden was the light,

Sullen was the bleaking

Of encircling Night.


Reason's sigil sealing

All things from great to least:

No man to tyrant kneeling ;

No proud usurping priest.


Friendship's bond uniting

Cities of Man set free ;

Beauty from soul's inviting

Earthly dungeon's key !


January 17, 1935-


Page 114

Over Mind-World Of The Gods


IF all the stars were grapes that I might pluck

We'd fill that goblet where no shadows twine,

Not with sublunar fitfulness of wine,

But with the golden ichor of the Blest,—

That nectar which Tyndarian brethren suck,

Castor and Pollux, whose comrade feet have pressed

High paths too hard for wavering mortal zest

Where no vows dwindle nor mutual loves decline.

Still grant, O Shining Ones, our lives may bear

The cup of unflawed light, soul harmony,

Pellucid diamond that spreads no shade ;

There let the Wine of deathless gold appear,

Distilled as themes of lovely music fade

To a hush dew-drenched with immortality.


February 17, 1935.


Page 115

Invocation To Supermind


O HEIGHT beyond the stature of the mind,

O width outreaching finite heart's embrace,

Poised puissance on the limits of the world,

Enlighten us ; we would no more be blind.

We seek ourselves behind each comely face,

And bind the myriad detail sense-unfurled

To one bright spear-point, and therewith we trace

Swift utterance which no thought-fetters bind.

Shining lance, far above rifted woe,

Reveal to earth the ending of thy quest;

When thou to the Holy Logos shall be pressed,

The Hidden Love behind all universe

Sends ruby fire and ever-living flow,—

And night is fading, dreams of self disperse.


February 21, 1935.


Page 116

Sacrifice Offered By The Physical


SEED-SCATTERING and withered stems precede

The earth-redemption, the return of light :

Orphean fragments,—like offering,—still bleed,

Shed over forest dene or upland height.

Four elements on inmost altar ranged

In equal balance, body of Orpheus slain ;

By a fifth, his death to Incorruption changed,—

Soul's quintessential Light within the fane.

One paten with five sides I contemplate,

Foreseeing far-off lives ; thereon we heap

Actions and struggles and the thoughts we keep

For future pyres, betokening mastery.

" How should unnumbered acts be rendered great?"—

" Only if offered up to Love's Winged Victory."


February 21, 1935.


Page 117

The Rhythm Of Silence


THE moon that metes the dark time

With hush full hours

And drowns in a tide of shimmering peace

The tallest to wars,

Sweeps with swift surge of loveliness

Far other lands ;

And no feet heavy with sorrow press

Those dread less sands.


Sentinel trees are fringing

A far-off shore—

O stillness of the boughs that trace

On a mossy floor

An ageless pattern of white moon-rays

That shift and cross,

A glyph of beauty and of love-filled days

Taintless, with no dross.


April 17, 1935.


Page 118

Awareness


O I would voyage among the nearer stars

With those winged horses and their spirit cars

That leave a luminous dust of glittering thought

Amid the fabulous deserts of the Nought.

Emptily vast is all that starlit room ;

But when the winged commotion enters there,

New light's un desolation threads the gloom

Like comet's sunward tread with burnished hair.


May 4, 1935


Page 119

Star-Purified


O DRAW some divination from the stars

To shape anew the wryness and misgrowth

Of worlds where light is scathed or ill-fare mars

The heart by dimness and the deed by sloth.

To gaze and gaze upon the fire-strewn sky

Until the hush" of heaven loom within,

Where the un shadowed splendours fill the eye

And world-renewing harmonies begin.


You stars who span with strength long leagues of space,

Blessed beyond the confines of our thought,

Surely you guard the palace sages sought,

Gold-shining sentries of Truth's dwelling-place.

Emptied of shadow, we would be as you,—

Gold untarnished,—girt vigil of the True.


May 12, 1935.


Page 120

In World


'THE inward shining of the star

Is lovelier far ; .

The in furled glitter of the moon

Is a silver noon

Of living radiance and calm majesty.


On coral strands of ecstasy

Untroubled spray

Weaves rainbow garlands from the foam

Of waves that comb

In melody of that song-quivering Day.


May 14, 1935.


Page 121

Passage


A WHITE and alabaster colonnade,

Lit by cressets deftly kid

Column-high and in each nook

Which the bats by night forsook.

Ranged and ranked in double rows

Plinth by plinth the long file goes

From forgotten aeons dead

To the unpublished days ahead.

—All the thought-filled moods of man

Down those flickering mind ways ran.


May 15, 1935.


Page 123

Waves


A SETTING star,

A rising sun,

Or Zenithing of moon

May leave a scar

When they are done

Unsmoothed by the wave-soft croon.


By day and night

The lilting sea

Sings of a rhythmic whole ;

Yet come delight

And misery

To vex and revex the soul.


Behind the curve

Of yonder most

Sea-line or mountain rim,

With tautened nerve

The new spear-host

Glamour the dawn light dim.


May 15. 1935.


Page 124

First Glimpse


SPLENDOUR in the penury of night ;

All this everlastingness of light ;

A dole of leaven hid within the meal ;

The vivid disarray that woodlands feel

As trim dead Winter steals away

On the first warm spring full day.

All outward heaviness of Death

Made nought by one sweet cowslip's breath,

Though love be the glint of a cowslip-flame

That on the heels of winter came,

No time can from these ears drive out

Its golden-clamoured fairy shout,

No swathing custom reave these eyes

Of that sun-miracled surprise

When on an elfin ridge of earth

They saw Love's fire-bloom spring to birth.


May 24, 1935


Page 125

Telos


WHERE shall I come back to you ?

Will the forlorn seaway shoal

Under earth-bright zenith blue ?

There, un lonely, gain my goal ?


Or impassive spirit-clime

Sanctuary what earth denied,—

All the treasure-seeking time

End there as I gain your side ?


Either how may flames of peace

Beacon wise bewray your heart,

So suffuse this un release,

So retouch my fading chart.


Lonely depths long travelled through,

But the seaway starts to shoal,—

All my being drawn to you,

Fair name and space hood of my goal.


May 25, 1935.


Page 126

Constancy


IF setting suns were quenched for aye,

Or gales could blow the stars away,

Then scant un mindfulness of you

Could prove my living thought untrue.


As soon the bee forget the hive

At heath ward flight or blossom-dive,

As one his nectar-load not guide

Again to your imagined side.


May compass needle turn awry

Or flame no longer scale the sky,

Ere grate full nesses cease to wend,—

Mine their heart way, you their end.


May 29, 1935.


Page 127

In That Dim Pagoda High


SlLVER bee on brooch of jade

In this ebon casket laid,

What taper fingers thrust you there,

Put on the lid and turned with care

The bronzen key as if afraid ?


Though dream-poised by neck as bright

As a lily built of light,

Where his proud lips flashing red

Kissed so very Time was bled

Of scathful ichor, tarry flight ;


Live those moments through again—

Nimble joy with unthrift pain—,

Let the lingering shadows lie

In that dim pagoda high,

Where caged cicadas chaunt their strain.


June 5, 1935.


Page 128

Night


SHADOW-SILENT is the sky :

Teeming earth, a muted cry

Sends but whispers down the breeze.


Shadow-pinioned glide the hours ;

Slumber-freighted lie the flowers';

Silent listeners are the trees.


Star-engirt the heaven's pole ;

Horned moon seeks westward goal;

Day's quaffed wine cup holds but lees.


Surging thoughts have ebbed away ;

Passions wane ; and spirit sway,

Girt with Silence, out-tops these.


June 7, 1935.


Page 129

Memory Of April


THERE are shadows on the pathway in the wood

And a tracery of greenness overhead ;

In ecstasy the glistening cherry stood—

Her petal-hidden boughs with April sun spray wed.


Joy-burnished-is the air ; the autumn sod

With green flame of Dog's Mercury is lit-—

What raptured air drift from the torch of God

By the slow splendour of the Spring hath lighted it ?


June 9, 1935.


Page 130

The Seamless Robe


Earth is wounded

With deep gash

Filled with the briny flow

Of narrow seas and wide seas

Whose anguished billows dim the, ash

That heaven's breezes charged with glow.


Earth is sunken

In the main of air,

Whose storm breakers thunder

Through her soul in frenzied

Moods of anger or despair—

And lightning blades her strength asunder.


But ever guarded

By this living globe

In the unpierced tenuity

Of rapt ionosphere

Is the untroubled Beauty, the seamless robe

Woven on wide-loomed Eternity.


June 10, 1935.


Page 131

Full-Opened Flower


O THOU white undazzling splendour,

Quiescent moon,

Renew thy sway upon our life-tides ;

Let it be soon.


O thou white silence of the night skies,

Bestow thy peace ;

Wind thy cold flame on every thought-way,

Give heart's release.


Through rhythmic cycles of thy spring

What culminant hour

Blooms now when shadows drop defeated,

Full-opened flower !


Full Moon, June 16, 1935.


Page 132

Counterchanged


PAINT the music of the star world,

Sing the hues

Of thunder fret and birds a-herrying ;

All that accuse

Our darkening ears, our eyes' hush-burying

Show now unfurled.


Timid clamour-pomps we see

Whose mingled sound

Leave naked yet the limbs of earthly faring :

While all around

The undraped silences go Selfward, wearing

Form's ecstasy.


July 1, 1935.


Page 133

Fulfilment


THINE be the winds of devotion,

Thine be the stars of flame,—

Their whisper to echo that Music,

Their outline to girdle the Name.


The world is a shadowy motion,—

The dream at the back of a dream,

With days that faint echo the Footstep,

And fields that wan-mirror the Gleam.


Token re-mirrored in token,

Sign that had echoed a sign,—

Might our senses be net of the Hunter,

Our thought-ways a fishing line.


So with not one word spoken,

So with nor ever a look

To Beauty we're borne by the Hunter,

To the soot hafts shore by the hook.


July 7, 1935.


Page 134

Otherwhere


WHEN I darken my lamp in the twilight

Till farness is shed through the house—

A viewless flicker of ghost-flame

In the stead of the flame that I dowse—


There are fitfully hearkened voices

Floating through gulfs of air

With the golden cry of a harpstring

And a bicker of lintwhite hair.


O honey-sweet was the music

With dancers lithe and gay

In the realms of the woven half light

And the harvested joys of day.


July 11, 1935-


Page 135

Escapade


THREE fairies went aleaping

Adown the glades of May ;

They found a field mouse keeping

A woodland holiday.


Quoth they, " Where is your burrow ?

Our gifts we would bestow."

Quoth he, " In yonder furrow

Where the yellow thistles grow."


" Here's one puff ball for filling

With the grey sow-thistle down,

And a gossamer gramarye shilling

Stamped with Titania's crown ;


And we give you the wing of a cricket

To winnow your store of grain."

—Then they hastened away to their thicket

And he never could find them again.


But always the wing would sever

The dross of earth from the gold.

And always ere winter weather

He would delve away from the cold,


And snug on the pixie pillow

Be wafted and swayed in the air—

Or ferry across the billow

With a shilling to pay his fare.


July 12,1935-


Page 136

East Of The Rising Sun


BUT I would go far out to the east of the rising sun

Where morning's dove-grey mists from emptiness are spun

And Silence hears its echo and Night in a looking-glass

Sees the unlit shadows of Day hood stealthily come to pass.


Bright were the colours of earth dawn, emptily gay and bright:

But my lips ever craved for the goblet brimmed with the lack of light.

Nesh and green were the wood ways, rhythm-curved at the beck of Time:

Bound for the stir less axle, up the time-quelling steep I would climb.


September 19, 1935.


Page 137

Word Of Remaking


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.'


October 9, 1935.


Page 138

Sanctuary


GREEN gathering of summer-mantled trees

Against a hush of turquoiser-torpid sky,

And underfoot pale cow-wheat,—yellow rattle,—

A tall-stemmed toadflax, more yellow than the twain,

Trim whorled with leaves of smoothly glaucous hue.

A footway skirts the flanges of each bole

And roughens with the jut and twist of root

And darkly wanders through embodied shade

As it might lead to unimagined core,

Stripped self, essential Form of woodland ness.


October 27, 1935.


Page 139

Nearing Dusk


HAVE you seen the Evening Primrose open

In, the Dusk,

When the surface din of day is newly broken

And its husk

Is trolled across the sky by homing rook ?


And silence-fall is mingled with the dewfall

And many bats

Are summoning the shadows with their cue-call

From the vats

Where the dawnghosts hang for hours on moon's-ort hook.


A hedgepig threads the path along the streamway

At gambol-gait;

Gnats that hover in the after sunset gleam-play

Mate, remate

Where water-buttercups make white the brook.


One, launched ungainly on dorbeetle fare,

Heavily flies ;

And one, with pinions furled, tweet-tweets an air

In dream-replies—

A bird wing weary, from her dozy nook.


Around the Evening Primrose by the wonstead

The moths now flit;

For it summons with pale fragrance from its gloamstead :

Dusk's candle lit

Spires silence ward. ... " The Primrose, look."


November 6, 1935.


Page 140

Mohana

(A MIDNIGHT RAGA)


HEAR the moon ring Sorrow's knell

(Listen to her silver bell),

Through the mind and through the heart

Sound like sword-blade shadows part.


Dark's misdeeming put to flight,

What espy by songcraft light ?

Prester's realm, or the uncharted lea—

Pentexoire and Femenye ?


Swift as arrow cleaves to goal

Music flings from pole to pole—

Earth from aeon-depth of trance

Silvered forth to utterance.


December 26, 1935.


Page 141

New Country


PRECARIOUS boat that brought me to this strand

Shall feed flame-pinnacles from stem to stern,

Till not one rib my backward glance can find—

Down to the very keelson they shall burn.


Now to the unreal sea-line I would no more yearn ;

Fain to touch with feet an unimaginable land. . ..

The gates of false glamour have closed behind ;

There is no return.


December 28, 1935.


Page 142

Overcast Night In June


WHERE had all the starlight flown ?

Or who had held the moon.

From waxing on, when Spring had gone,

To silver the flowers of June ?


Over the beech-crowned chalky hill

Zenithed a baldachin

Of silken hush and ebon crush

Where columns of cloud begin.


Every sky-mark of the night

Was blotted utterly ;

And darkness flowed where stars had glowed—

Thought's land o'errun by sea.


January 16, 1936.


Page 143

SWIFTLY THE MORNING POURS....


SWIFTLY the morning pours

Over far sea ;

Future's extremity

Finds the dream doors.


Sudden as thunderclap,

Gold of sun's rim

Bridges with daybreak hymn

The witless gap.


January 19, 1936.


Page 144

A Cloudy Dawn


GREY skies : the limb of ocean olive-green ;

While wind-blown plumes of coco-palm are seen

In silhouette against the sea and sky.

The jet-black birds weave with their raucous cry

Intricate patterns through the sunless air.

Through smouldering shroud grown momently more clear,

A phantom sun makes gestures to appear.


January 20, 1936.


Page 145

Invocation To Silver And To Gold


THE hush of silver and the song of gold,

Enwound upon the midnight's axle, sway

The tide less heart, where centuries untold

Are fashioned to the swiftness of a day.


A silent dancer on the moving wave

Goes ankleted with silver of the night:

A rose-crowned singer of a sky-borne stave

Climbs goldenly the summit of delight;


Far poised upon the mountain-top of noon,

Thou signet felt by Form-enshrining mood,-

Or, deep-indrawn, beneath some midnight moon

A dream-dance weaved by silver solitude.


February 6, 1936.


Page 146

A Moorland Stream


THE Royal Fern with swaying plume,

The ravelled tumult of a brook,

Three dragonflies that dart and zoom,

And the red-loaden rowan's crook.


A dipping scud of yellowness

Bewrays a wagtail nestward flown :

At water brink two grey flies press

Gauzy wings to buff-grey stone.


Against the clearness of the sky

A buzzard looms in wheeling flight;

And water-mosses wavering lie

In the nether clearness flecked with white.


All changing, yet so ghostly still—

Could fragments one Quintessence frame ?

All vistas One Unvista'd fill ?

All spoken names one Silence name ?


February 9, 1936.


Page 147

The Five Fold Flame


FIVE candles burning steadily

Hard by that austere altar of the heart,

Foursquare, with lines that wry

Not leftward nor to right

(Nor spendthrift Life nor sophistries of Art

Could wrench it from the worship of the Light).


The Light has entered in its substance and

Framed, shaped, wrought it to Perfection's day

In those dark wrappings of the Direful Land ;

Beleaguered there by fitful gusts' desiring,

Set amid futilities of mortal clay,

It waits the Light, with fivefold flame aspiring.


February 12, 1936.


Page 148

To Mother


COME on the wings of sleep

Grave or with a smile,

Come ere the hushed tide neap

Or tangling thoughts beguile.


On this dark spirit-main

Rise as a full-orbed moon,

Transform the murk of pain

To a fleckless silver boon.


Or through dream-heavy air

On sandals of sound draw nigh

Till echoes waking there

Spring forth in thrilled reply.


Out from a planet's gloom

All aspects call to Thee,—

Life in our stir less tomb,

Light on our darkened sea.


February 13, 1936.


Page 149

The God Of Victory


SUBTLE beyond all gauging,

Sudden as lightning blade,

Unflawed by earthly aging,

The Woundless, the Undismayed


Back in the world's beginning

Wielded a three-pronged spear,

Unpierced by Falsehood's dinning,

Unswayed by soundless Fear.


Nor Maya-spell's devising

Nor seemings that divide

Dishevelled the assizing

Of the Wakeful Myriad-Eyed ;


But many an eye-filled feather

Gathered in battle-dress

Betokened there together

Serene one-pointed ness.


February 15, 1936.


Page 150

The Solar Race-To-Be


O THOSE unburied dead

By whom the first word is said,

And the last,.... and all between :

Comes now a spectral power,

In their most arrogant hour,

Dreaming to life the thing that might have been ?


So may they, girt with pride,

As a doomed iceberg ride

On this great sea of lewth :

In their own falsehood penned

Utterly meet their end,

Probed mockingly by Spring-warm waves of truth.


They hated comely things,

Misprized the love that brings

Beauty and Strength and Calm......

Love gave the New Race light:

Singingly they dight

His breast with myrtle and his brow with palm.


February 18, 1936.


Page 151

Unanimous Tradition


SOME pointilliste had left this canvas called " The Stars '

Half-finished, in his dilettante way,— "

" And why this planet skit

Devolving-ape-infest ?"—

Their pointillistic mind-stuff lit,

Sage minds co-deem " Pure jest."


February 18, 1936.


Page 152

Light


COME down the level ways

Of nightly dark,.

Though Thou bring not all Thy rays,

But one dim spark.


But one dim spark suffice

The tindery heart

And all Fire's might entice

And not depart.


And not depart but keep

That fiery mesh,

Spun from the Sovran Deep

For this poor flesh :


For this poor flesh who yet

Would change divine,

Be sundered from all fret.

Be wholly Thine ;


Be wholly Thine and glow

With limitless Light,

Born from Thy Thought to grow

Truth-meeting sight.


February 19, 1936.


Page 153

Light's Victory


WHEN Heavenly Powers are loosed upon the earth,

When high Perfections take corporeal birth.

Then the least flashings of their Speed divine

Seem winged with light from blades in battle-shine,—

Such rutilant onset through Night's phalanx tore,

The Dark has foundered and returns no more.


February 20, 1936.


Page 154

The Endless Voyage


" SHIP,—What is your name ? Where do you sail ?"


" The vessel Beauty, over foam-waste pale

Of future time proud moving, such am I."


" Some gale of magic wafting ever by

These tall masts and crimson canvas-surge,

Through rhythmic leagues of Art this dream prow urge ?'


" Under Eternity, that changeless dome,

Across wave-fret of centuries I roam :

Yet in times halcyon of some Golden Age

The hours held my likeness in their glassy page.


February 20, 1936.


Page 155

Time's Release


MYRIADS of purple grapes,

Rain falling, the ancientness of trees

— Giant boles with bushy branches crowned.

How soon the sad soil gapes ;

And of wine but bitter lees

Remain—and of the boles, dun peaty ground.


But somewhere nectar flows

Of the unmixed joy ; immortal springs

The Shadow less River by the fadeless groves.

There, life's rhythm goes

On feet untiring ; fearless wings

Speed unveering to their haven loves.


February 22, 1936.


Page 156

Glaucon's Cave


I DREAMT I fell through silver wave

To the gold sand below

And gazed upon an emerald cave

Where green-lit swordfish go.


With sea-den yawning shadowy

And swordfish sailing slow,

The emerald thoughts fare drowsily.

Greenly the moments flow.


No future's threatening wry-light,

No glooms of bygone shame

Fretted the verdurous twilight

Of a dawn that nowise came.


February 24, 1936.


Page 157

Wings


FAR and far is the turquoise sea

Where under a sapphire sky

Only the dream-drenched travellers be :

And the wings of brightness fly. 1


Odorous forests are swaying there

And the winds are a perfumed sigh—

Balsam and frankincense and myrrh—

Where the wings of healing fly.


Only for joy the young deer run

Or in glades of greenness lie ;

On their fallow flanks is a spilth of sun :

And the wings of Morning fly.


September 20, 1937.


Page 283

Countersigns


WHAT will spring up from the beating of the pulse

And strange things wrought within the hollow skull,

Sea's quivering onset which dead rocks repulse

And the unanswered clamour of the gull ?


One Life within the winding sheet of lives,"

Some warmth of thought in embers of a world,

Beauty kept out by selves, lusts, hates and shives,

A lone quest through unheeding ages whirled.


February 27, 1936.


Page 159

Canal Summit


I LAY upon a hill-slope in the sun

And barely had his dipping trend begun :

Surely the daytide hours were rife with room

Before Night's axe could hurl him to his doom ;

These May time clouds far-roaming would have played

Before the East up threatened with chill shade.


Time, like a drift of airborne foam,

Crept on slow wings above dusk's aerodrome,

The pilot moment loth to end his flight

With grossening sweep from airy leagues of light.


Beyond the blur where sky's blue brushed the downs

Din's motor-ways, and pylons, link the towns,

New griding sorrow slays the joyous hush

That broods upon these banks of wanton lush

Grass, gold of buttercup, white magic of may

Mile after winding mile of waterway,

Whose summit lies along these quiet hills,

Whose burnished peace only sky-silence fills.


February 29, 1936.


Page 160

Dreamscape


SOLITARY breath of silent dream,

You show the lonely breakers op a shore ;

Untrodden are the hue less sands that gleam ;

Never that foam-waste brooked a plash of oar.


A narrow spit runs far into the sea :

The empty sea calls to an emptier land.

No throng of birds to shake the air with glee ;

Naught stirs beneath upon the strew of sand.


To landward, hillocks thinly set with trees

(Vacancy garbed with listless leaf and bough),

—Their blooms lie idle, tenantless of bees,

Hearing no motion but the sea-wind's changeless sough.


March 2, 1936.


Page 161

A Barren Solitude


DARK pine trees soughing by the lakeside,

A steel-grey sky above,

A tilted slope of hills upended—

Too steep for Love.


Around dark mirror of the waters

Gauntly the high hills frown,

Framing a harsh bleak sky reflected

Where all loves drown.


No mellow fruit finds room afforded

Nor any golden wheat ;

Sour, shallow, rock-swayed roods betoken

Love's defeat.


Here soul—if any soul be prisoned—

Were phoenix, not paired dove :

Sole-Seen its image—found no other

Shape to love.


March 3, 1936


Page 162

The Colour Echo


HIGH up in beds of air

The grey cloud-oysters keep

Those gems of sunray-snare

And rainbow-sleep—


Pearl-pale, yet fain to flush

With sunset's lingering hue,

Ere on Time the Eternal Hush

Shed grace of dew.


So let the light-brimmed heart

Sing with refracted ray

The unutterable art

Of heaven-fraught Day.


March 4, 1936.


Page 163

EVER THE AMPLER DREAM-DAY


NEWLY woken day

Build the un broken light,

Sweep far far away

Sullenness of night.


Tumult of gold descending,

Thou diapason bright,

All our Darkness rending

With melody of Sight.


Ever the ampler Dream-day

Spreading calm wings of flight

Wafted through widening gleam-way

On the peaks of the world will alight.


March 6, 1936.


Page 164

The First Coral Reef


WHETHER by glare of tropic noon,

Or under the sprinkled stars,

Or when the high hush of the moon

Splinters the waves with silver gars,


Or while the first hours flush the foam

Or the sun sets in a wash of gold,

Swift-glimpsed by seafowl as they roam

What new leaf lurks whom waves enfold


This was the strangeness of that day—

The shrunken tides lay bare

Sharp ridge where goes withstood the sway

Of waves, where feet of wildfowl fare.


March 7, 1936


Page 165

Moon-Script


NOW all nearer things are vanished ;

Wonted shapes leave empty air :

Thankfully I Find me banished

From the worldly thoroughfare.


Garishness the moon-thrill plunders :

Hosting billows glide to shore—

Waves that break in phantom thunders.

Sands which feel no footprint-score.


Drowsy pinions whitely winging

Smoulder dimly past the strand,

Visionary trance-light bringing

From some strange remoter land.


Past the "me" and past the " other "

Let the questant farer speed,

Wilder grow the foam way smother,

More weird the moon-script he must read.


March 8, 1936.


Page 166

Children Of The Sun


[A descriptive title that has come into use for the matriarchal people of Neolithic times whose barrows are still preserved on chalk downs in England and elsewhere].


TAKE the road that runs across the down land.

Leave the water meadows of the vale ;

Death the Reaper there may make him merry,

Here no greeds of weapon-dint assail.


Though yon pliant earth obey the yeoman

And this soil heap bare two inch of height,

Hark the barrows reared by dread less races :

" Trust and fair dealing deigned not to fight."


March 10, 1936.


Page 167

Vain Similitudes


WIDE ocean, quivering of wings,

The first star-glow in a quiet sky

Bequeathed by sun to planetary kings

And way wodes of an untold galaxy,—

Orts and similitude's of Love

Whose calm is wider than all sea:

To trace that joy would wings throb fast enough ?

Could star-tossed thought attain His mystery ?


March 13, 1936.


Page 169

The Hidden Rose


INTO the clear sky

Where no moon grows,

Like smoke wends up the cry

Of earthly woes.


Up through the shrouded bars

Where the stream fors lows

Shine forth imprisoned stars

Of heaven's repose.


Round hidden point of rest

Loveliness goes,

Swirling hues will end our quest,

Regain The Rose.


March 15, 1936


Page 170

The Sea At Nightfall


BEHIND the verge of western hills

The sun has sunk,

Rivers of light to niggard rills

Have shrunk.

Beyond the melancholy sea

Of separate lives

Loom shores which Love still holds in fee

(Nor strives

With intermittent promptings of the heart

To build song's Whole from each disfavouring part).


March 17, 1936.


Page 171

" THESE LAUGHING CUPS OF SPIRIT-GOLD "


TREAD lightly over the crocus flame

That„flares from the floor of March ;

Gay gold from the solemn winter came,

And frith from the war-bow arch.


Hither the bee and the butterfly

To the goblets of the sun

Wing swift and sip and joyward hie

And every shadow shun.


What alchemy from winter's mould

Has framed this miracle,

These laughing cups of spirit-gold

Sundream, springbeam full ?


March 18, 1936.


Page 172

The Ever-Insistent


TAKE up your pen, O Man,

Write on the book of earth : ,

" Beginning less I ran

On through increasing worth.


There was a page of wonder,

Then many empty of joy,—

The castings-up of plunder,

Of skills that I misemploy


Beyond the smoking cities,

The callous pomps of war,

Still troubling were the ditties

Of the better days before—


How hate was still nurtured by love,

And the lies were the shadows of truth :

Where were Death save there live things enough,

What were Eld uningrafted on youth ?


Those towers that ring Perfection

No vista leaves untraced,

And by each new rejection

Toward them still I faced.


For the flame-crests of perfect living

On the watch-towers of Time ever burned

—Still they drew all the heart's deepest giving.

And the Thought in our thoughts thither yearned."


March 20, 1936.


Page 173

All Men Die

(Translated from Malherbe).


MUST be thy .grief, Duperrier, unending,

Or what the sad mind enfold,

The uttered thoughts a father's love is sending,

Be a tale that is never told ?


By our mortal lot thy daughter tom bward driven—

Is such exceeding pain

A labyrinth from whence thy thoughts grief-riven

Find not their way again ?


I, being most mindful of her girlhood's charm,

To assuage thy sufferings

Have tried not, like a friend who'd cause thee harm,

To gauge them but slight things.


Seen in a world which to fairest shapes is giving

Still the most heavy of dooms,

A rose, hers was the roses' span of living

Which one brief morn consumes.


Death shows a harshness no other sway imposes :

Vain to implore her ears,

For these the cruel goddess straightway closes

And leaves us to our tears.


The cottager whose roof the wheat-straw yielded

Her stern decree awaits ;

And from her power not even kings are shielded

By the watch at their palace gates.


Impatient murmurs, or embittered turning

Against her, deem not best;

Save willing the thing God wills, no other learning

Shall bring us to our rest.


March 21, 1936.


Page 174

Mid-Voyage


ONE by one the earth-lights fail

And the shores sink down, behind :

The prow leaps on with a freshening gale

Over the course assigned.


I strain my eyes but cannot see

The lofty coasts ahead,

But still behold waves' sapphire glee

And the sky with ocean wed,


And lily-white foam on blue sea foil

And the sail by breezes bent....

And sunsets like volcanoes boil,

And the star host pitch their tent.


Now anger stirs the up risen moon,

For she argently strikes the waves

And lures the prow with a silver tune

To sky-rim goals or graves.


March 23, 1936.


Page 175

The Secret Orchards


BEHIND the never-pausing outward show

Of hungers, angriness, despair

The secret orchards keep their amber glow ;

From glittering branches stream on the limpid air

A thousand intermingled hues

Of the myriad fruits which never lose

The star-like radiances of prayer,

The strong abundant sap of life,

The melodies set free with onset of the breeze :

And like a cloud with aspiration rife

Ascends the odorous balsam from that shimmering realm of trees.


March 25, 1936.


Page 176

Red Lotus

(Sri Aurobindo's Consciousness)


THAT living Lotus, petal by petal, unfolding,

Which through the mists of this avidya looms,

Vicegerent of the Sun, nowise withholding

The light we lack in Maya's nether glooms.


When spirit-sense to the last high peak gyring

Finds all Thy mountain-bud aflame with rose—

Touched by the eager hues of Dawn's aspiring—

What raptured Silence watches Thee unclose!


Then the vast span of those Truth-petals reaching

To the utmost arc of Being's finitude

With vibrant answer to dark's wan beseeching

Transforms a world, from Thy grave beauty hued.


O puissant heart amidst whose raptured shrining

A nameless Love is garbed in Name's disguise,

Last metronome to mortal things assigning

A fadeless rhythm wrung from Dawn's echoing skies.


March 29, 1936


Page 177

Unlinked From Time


COME nearer ; do not tarry ;

Quickly pass

The odorous gates of twilight

And the dew-drenched grass.

Bring the mazer moonlight-filled—

All dreams dissolve

Therein : and with the moon-dance

Let slow steps revolve.

Then by this conjuration

Unlinked from Time,

As from a hilltop vantage

Be witness of world mime.


March 30, 1936.


Page 178

The Winged Ananda


O FLOWER-CROWNED figure with wide wings

On us bestow

The insight for the hidden juice of things

Where fragrant nectars flow.


Being of ether radiances

And white star-glow.

Singer of the First Morning's cadences

As of last petal throw,


Bring now the chaplets of the forenoon,

Let richly blow

Trumpets whose unison foreshows a boon

More than the sun's gold owe.


April 3, 1936.


Page 179

They Came


THEY came—the woodland water

Was lightly .shadowed

By the gauzy tumult of their wings.

Then tiny shrillings and such little laughters

As hardly shook or stirred the air-built web

Of attercops upon the bramble thorn.

It was some distillation from the autumn,

When the un havened windings of hearts' loneliness

Are trembling on the verge of bodiment

In those white-mist-drenched mornings

Where the gossamer is dew-silvered

Among still mushrooms on the upland field.


April 5, 1936


Page 180

"COULD TIME'S ADVANCING LEAVE BUT SLENDER SCREEN "


COULD Time's advancing leave but slender screen

Before I sit beside you, hear you speak,

How swift these gloomy skies would be swept clean,

How deft a motion gained by wheels that creak !

In dreams your voice is known, with hated end

Of solitary waking to an unshared light,-—

Most bitter mirage that will never blend

With nearness deemed, the certainties of sight.


Days come. . are worthless pebbles thrown aside

By one who searches on the shelving years

For that sole diamond who shall glint and guide

Because the continuing beauty that it bears

Is living light, a gratefulness, a pride

When tallied minds have wiped out stale arrears.


April 6, 1936.


Page 181

AT SIX OF THE CLOCK WHEN EVENING COMES


AT six of the. clock when evening comes

Up the dale, down the dale echo the drums ;

Flutings are heard from the depths of the vale,

Bugle note's silver and fairie fife wail.


And a flicker of elves with sandals of gold

Are threading with laughter the shadowing world

Till scarves are awhirl—on their filmy gauze,

Mothlike, a moon-trance stillness pours.


April 8, 1936.


Page 182

For Those Bright Fields


OUT beyond the watch towers of the morning

Silence waits

Where that gnarled old thorn tree blossoms whitely

And guards the gates


Gramarye has founded here her frontier ;

White and green

Is the jade-built wall where foam-bright-blossomed

Trees are seen.


Emerald-acred sward so safe enfolding,

The ramparts run

Lordlily amid the laneway cleaving

Shade from sun.


There the sky is never fierce or sullen ;

Blueness wields

Sway of tearless dancing-tide and singing

For those bright fields.


April 9, I936


Page 183

Beauty


OUT of the opening blossom

Spirit flame

Brandish thy fiery arrow,

Innerly aim.


Bent be the bow with thy straining

Taut the string :

Heartward the arrowy speedings

Blithely sing.


Enter the innermost chamber,

O fire born dart,

Till thy rhythming love and thy beauty

Thrill through the heart.


April 16, 1936.


Page 184

FROM THE DUSKY BORDERLANDS OF SLEEP


FROM the dusky borderlands of sleep

I'd come, not empty handed,

But bearing strangely banded

Odorous blooms whose vague recesses keep

Echoes wheeling round—

The faint imprisoned sound

From soft-velvet-beating wings that sweep

In pale moth-flight across the glimmering deep.


Dream-fragrances and patternings of trance

Where the rich-jewelled pinions gravely dance

In that un hastening flight

Into the dim delight

Woven out of the gloom

Upon the starry loom

Of Night.


April 18, 1936.


Page 185

" LET THE WHITE LIGHT DESCEND "


DESCEND, O whitely radiant,

Unclouded shine :

Be uttered thoughts Thy temple-garth,

Hearts' hush Thy shrine.


Wind with Thy unsullied light

The topmost hills,

Nor yet forbear till luminous peace

Each valley fills.


A fragrance and a dawn-fresh splendour

On newest bough

From ancient tree of world's aspiring

Blossoms, is Thou.


A troubled and uncertain darkness

Enwraps the sea,

Till the silver silence of the moon-song

Pronounces Thee.


April 20, 1936.


Page 186

A Sultry Night


THE stars are swallowed up by dark,

No night birds call—

Not yet the flickering .thunder-spark,

The heavy raindrop-fall.


Far, far away coolness and breeze

Delight and soothe,

Whose phantom memories here tease

Limbs too weak to move.


April 24, I936


Page 187

The Future


DREAM-STEADY dot of welkin light,

Serenest star,

Pale dewdrop cm the hills of night

No after-droughts may mar.


Thou gazest on pure truth of things.

Intrepid star,

And spreadest spirit-laden wings

Where all bright pinions are.


The shafts of Death go wide their mark,

Unvanquished star,

Still shining through our mortal dark,

Woundless, without scar.


O ranger with unshackled limbs,

O unspent star,

Thy puissant joy no sorrow dims,

No shades of wan hope bar.


Be foretaste of some richer time,

Prophetic star,

Hold, harbinger a fairer clime

Lapped in some future far.


April 28, 1936.


Page 188

LET THEN THE CONE-SHAPED HOOD THAT SHADOWS EARTH


LET then the cone-shaped hood that shadows earth

And sometimes sweeps across the glittering moon

Be but the wrapping that is rent at birth—

My newborn eyes shall only see the noon.


Seek not the lower valleys and the wild

Foothills where fragrant pasture for the ewes

Is lush and tender : be the eagle's child

And the straight pathway to the sun peak choose,


Till Silence there be moulded to a Face

Marred with no time prints of mortality,

And the four winds be rhythms of pure space

That gale through wideness to Infinity.


Serene above the antlike crawl of days,

Height's eagle gains the rapture of the One ;

Feet on last outpost of dead sands and clays,

His living eyes hold commune with the sun.


May 2, 1936.


Page 189

IN THE DIN OF DEAF WHEELS REVOLVING


FAR from lean-acred living

Death's empire grows,

Nor his liegemen made poorer by giving,—

Pity not those.


Beyond the mount of striving

Calm's valley flows,

And her dwellers compete not in thriving—

Pity not those.


In the din of deaf wheels revolving

Confusion stows

Earthmen ; nor find they absolving :

Then pity those.


May 14, 1936.


Page 190

Frontispiece


NEW country lies before me,

The old is far away ; .

New voices whiles implore me

That I turn toward their Day.


Toward their Day I'm turning—

No other goal will guide—,

To Its faint glimmer yearning

I climb the valley side.


Up valley side I clamber ;

The mists are wearing thin ;

In ecstasy of amber

The sunrise pomps begin.


The pomps begin, and glory

Of purple and ruby gold

Are frontispiece to story

The far-glimpsed Hours enfold.


May 15, 1936.


Page 191

Gleanings


ONE look beyond the prison-walls,

Dream song unseized by ears of flesh—

And this all future Time enthralls,

And spins round Space a starry mesh.

This touch the Everliving send

Endures beyond the wreck of world ;

Sped from the bow no mortals bend,

This arrow-truth on Maya hurled.

O kiss from lips of spirit-flame,

Embrace of limbs so dazzling fair,

Gesture that out of Brightness came

And spilt a fragrance on the air—

Seal with a loveliness of dream

Time-gleanings of your deathless theme.


May 16, 1936.


Page 192

When Dream And Flesh Are One


HAVE any seen the lotus dawn

Far out on the ravelled, sea,

Whole, with no flaming petal torn

By winds of futurity ?


On marshes glimpsed in living cirque

Flamingoes of new light,

Before day's mounting din shall irk

And drive them off in flight ?


Or guessed in brightness fugitive

Hints of far other Sun

Whose ruby-fingered rays will live

When dream and flesh are one ?


May 17, 1936.


Page 193

" SCIENCE IS THE OPIATE OF THE PEOPLE "


INFINITE Silence became the finite Voice

And forged the flaming limits of the world

A vast and empty fane ; and there up swirled

The glittering motes whose ever-shifting poise

Deluded men, miscall the stagnant Law

Of an unchanging Heaven, the ever-furled

Fixed title-deeds of Wealth—of graspers hurled

Beyond return whenever spring days thaw

The feudal frost of Privilege and Greed !

The spring is here, the Dream becomes the Deed,

The uttering Voice congeals to future time

With changing rhythm, wax and wane of speed

Or weight of sound : what Demiurge has need

Of niggard Sameness phrased in monorhyme ?


June, 6, 1936.


Page 194

An Aspiration


WHEN Night is rolled away from eastward ocean

And Dawn's translucent sky is, very calm,

And waves of trance have nigh forgot their motion

In mirror poise of day dawn colour-psalm,


O then to be the bird so whitely gleaming

Out out into the orient of rose,

When through dissolving wisps of shadow-seeming

To merge within Light's vastitude he goes.


June 8, 1936.


Page 195

Quietude


ALL the sky is rife with stars ;

Daylight's ebbed and come to naught:

Nethering moon -with tilted gars,

One gold horn on earth-rim caught.


Silence thins the teeming space,

High hush treads the huddled earth :

Deep they delved the grave of place,

Echoed stillness into birth,


Bade the white-gold lunar fire

Rend the gloom of nether air,

Quell each clamour of desire.

Drench with Light the shadow lair.


June 29, 1936.


Page 196

Builders


WHAT is the analyst of pain,

Destroyer of desire,

Assessor for this earthen gain

That clouds the spirit-fire ?


Within the sanctuary divine,

Below the depth of sleep,

Unimaged effortless design

Those aeoned watches keep.


Unwearied by the fret of years,

Most passionless they wait :

They claim the world-new hope that n

The Builders born to limit Fate.


August 14, 1936.


Page 197

" OPEN THE MASQUE WITH MUSIC "


OPEN the masque with music,'

Summer said,

" My sceptre is wild iris,

June roses crown my head ;

I wend through the Early Purples

And Ragged Robin red :

And a dim white moth-smoke flutters

At evening where 1tread."


Lissom the day with dancing

When Summer throws

Larksong like spears of silver,

Or cushat's green repose,

Or cuckoo's bell-like question,

Or the storm of song that goes

Up to the blue-hush zenith

From myriad-thronged hedgerows.


August 15, 1936.


Page 198

The Foam-Bright Silence Of That Land


WHITE as moon upon the desert sand.

Petal-pure from taint of finitude,

On sward untrod by Time strange lilies stand.

Lift gars of limpid bloom with galaxies bedewed.


Those plains of wideness nor dream nor thought have spanned;

Nor breaks one whisper of mortality

Upon the foam-bright silence of that land,—

That moment's rapture held from what joy-frenzied sea ?


August 17, 1936.


Page 199

Giver And Forgiver


SHALL slow oblivion, only, quell the past

And hurl with unconcern both good and ill

To sightless Limbo—lust and godlike will

To indecipherable ruin cast ?

Then each new time too well must match the last;

The frame of days with former bane refill;

The hands that clutch at good be empty still—

No haven found—tired feet held quagmire-fast.

How shall the new thing greatly come to pass ?

How piling debts yield zero for their sum ?

From dream-inchoate hope could harvest come—

Ablaze with forms divine, be mind set free—

And soul's bright gold shine through the perished brass ?

Giver and forgiver, how—save through Thee ?


August 20,1936.


Page 200

If Of Those Feet


IF of those feet my eyes might catch one gleam

(Her footstep bears the silver note of dawn)

—White-dove-attended, who. but She was borne

Cythera-ward, in foam-kissed car of dream ?


Grant this bowed head to feel Her passing hem

(Whose faring stars with blossom all the Spring),

Such term less joy the unglimpsed feet shall bring—

How name the flower, if this be but the stem ?


August 26, 1936.


Page 201

The Harbinger


THERE is a harbinger divine

Behind the whirlwind wrack

Whose eyes with utter calmness shine,

Whose feet will shrink not back.


To rally the defeated ranks

Of Truth-upholders, he

Sans praise or guerdon, fame or thanks

Has blazed futurity,—


Sublime, indifferent, aloof

Or one or million sways,

And ponders not on whose be hoof

The outcome lucre pays.


Though most may die in battle's thick

Serene from following

Truth-arbiter where all was trick

And greed wrought everything,


Some few shall breathe the untainted air,

Watch in a world made new

The clouds of false contriving tear

And gold of Sun spill through.


August 27, 1936.


Page 202

Ringed


WIDE with that last oblivion of self

The vague fantastic cloudscape slowly dies

Melting to grey monotony of dream,

Changing to windless empery of skies

Where nothing is immured or isolate.

But oneness evens all—

So mighty or so small

Be they soever, yet must equalize,

Ringed by the overshadowing Infinities.


August 29, 1936.


Page 203

Memory's Backwash In Time Held It


SWIFT stream of the mountains,

Tumbling foam,

Rocks jutting out of the tumult.

Rushes and ling and loam.


But mist closes over the mountains ;

That keen air is gone :

Memory's backwash in Time held it—

Time that goes plundering on.


October 2, 1936.


Page 204

" CRUMBLED TO SHAFT AND LEAVES "


LUMINOUS is the void where nothing feels

The anti-self pushed back by growth within,

The blade of Light unsheathed from scabbard-skin

While thunder's answer from the Noon-Height peals.


Starved of a birthright, hell-creation heaves

In utmost darkness, lowest depth of fall :

Of trillioned atoms, each forgets the All

(Fair fronded bough crumbled to shaft and leaves).


How gain the puissant rhythm that would bind

These drooping shreds back to the unpierced Whole,

Quicken the dying sparks with that Flame Soul—

Make One no sterile void, nor Light-Source blind ?


October 3, 1936.


Page 205

The Last Syllable


HUSHED hearkening for the footfalls of the Sun

Before the dawn-note nears ;

Peering down ways Eternity may run

On infant feet of years ;

Surmise of gladness beyond the further hills,

Of proud-swung peals unheard :

Earth saved by the last syllable that fills

The time-span of the Word.


October 4, 1936.


Page 206

A Water-Lily


THIS water-lily, like a moon,

Slowly came to full

A focussed light, a colour swoon.

Remote, inerrable.


Leaving water, wed with air,

Becrowned with pearls of dew-

Nothing misshapen wanders there,

No evil pierces through.


Ere din of sacrilege pluck sway,

Or empery of Night,

The dreamlike petals every way

Muster their quiet light.


October 5, 1936.


Page 207

Alien To This Shame


FIRE-TRAIL of the comets and meteors

Through spaces of the mind—

Gesture swift dimming, brief expostulation

Leaving cold dust behind.


Hopes with moth-wings swarmed and perished,

Foolish and gleam-betrayed :

Where is the glamour of that false miming,

Of those mock-truths that fade ?


Hands lifted, that cast no shadow,

By the soul alien to this shame,

Outstretching to the lonely and translunar

Incorruptible flame.


October 6, 1936.


Page 208

A Knight With Knitted Brows Rode Slowly


ON a white horse a knight with knitted brows

Rode slowly down the leafy glades of Time :

" The Alchemy of Latmos and the sleeping spouse

Of Her, transmuting lovely to sublime....

Enskied Endymion who by sheer excess

Of mortal harmony outgrew his fears

Of finite's death and sadness—Enskied no less

Than that fair Queen in music-maddened spheres."


October 7, 1936.


Page 209

Pralaya


THE moon is older than the sea it sways,

And One more vast than shadow-game It plays,

And all suns gathered are a glow-worm to the blaze

Of the Fiery Essence of the world.


As gulph lies deeper than the learner's line,

As Truth breathes fairer than its paltry sign,

All lesser than the Whole shall taste proud noon's decline

And be within Pralaya furled.


October 8, 1936.


Page 210

Music's Grave


WITHIN this dawning vacancy of Death

How sightly are the lips of gaping skulls,

How comely are the ribs that draw no breath—

Significant of utterance the Eyeless shade annuls.


Assembled here, a tuneless orchestra,

With hand a sheaf of bones and head sans

None that had wielded sound this Silence mar

In music's grave, and passion-splendoured voice can no more speak.


October 8, 1936.


Page 211

The Inhospitable


THE ship weighs anchor, voyages here and there ;

The Port beyond the last port it shall seek

Is harbour less, inhospitably, bare.


The Nameless Name no finite tongue can speak,

The Single with which nothing can compare,

The All-Wealth which the mind makes poor and bleak,—

Through that last pellucid Ether the eyes most blankly stare.


October 9, 1936.


Page 212

Cities of Eden


BEFORE a grey-white bank of mist,

Shaped like a prison's wall,

The guardians as of yore resist,

Their fortress cannot fall.


Across a blurred dissolving mist

White pinnacles are seen,—

Then shall the Future re-enlist

The beauties that have been,


And bring a white supremacy

Of moon, a golden sun,

Processional star majesty

To cities half begun ?


October 9, 1936.


Page 213

The Separated


WHO, within that amber light

Ecstasied beyond despair,

Would forsake those leagues of sight,

Drop through gloom-tormented air ?


He distinguishes no longer

Ill that triumphs, Right that fails

Here where Vileness makes men stronger,

Falsehood grossens, truth-light pales.


Bring no tales of woe to bind him

Back to earth-wayed mire ;

Only burnished Song can find him

On gay wings that will not tire.


October 10, 1936.


Page 214

TWO FUTURES:


TOTALITARIAN


NIGHT was closing on the traveller

When he came

To the empty eerie courtyard

With no name.

Loud he called ; no echo answered ;

Nothing stirred :

But a crescent moon swung wanly,

White as curd.

When he flashed his single sword-blade

Through the gloom,

None resisted—till he frantic,

Filled with doom,

Hurled his weapon through the gloaming,

Took no aim ;

Saw his likenesses around him

Do the same :

Viewed a thousand sword less figures

Like his own—

Then first knew in that cold starlight

Hell, alone.


October 11, 1936.


Page 215

WHITE SIGNIFICANCE


SUDDENLY within a globe of dew

The universe made manifest a white

Significance of effortlessly new

To-morrows in one marble-gleaming height.

It rose with flawless and with unpierced flank

Two hundred cubits from the level ground :

And near its plinth the grass had grown less rank,

And brighter sunrays seemed to glitter round.


O happy feet which gain that silken sward ;

Most happy lips that send their waves of song

To cleave the golden hush and blithely ford

All moats of doom that part the comrades in that throng.


October 12, 1936.


Page 216

Sacrifice


BRAZIERS of aromatic fire,

Balsams and odorous leaves

And myrrh and costly gums

Breathe forth blue wisps of gyre,

Proffer what Height receives,

Await what answer comes ;


Until the silence-hearted prayer

Of blueness offers up

Commingling and release :

Quivering expectant air

Within the sky-rimmed cup

Borders the Vast, the Peace.


October 13, 1936.


Page 217

Petition


WHEN Night has opened her ten thousand eyes

And earth has muted those entangled cries,

Might such a silence on this heart descend ;

Might inmost eyes awaken, day-trance end.


Cloud-darkened sky or vapours dank from earth

Bedim the growing vision, mar the worth

Of fairer reckoning. Enhance this will—

Make mind's own zenith clear—all swirls of passion still.


October 14, 1936.


Page 218

Encircled


WITHIN the white encircling sea

Brief green inhabitations, stand,—

White messenger of things, to be

And shuddering pulse of living land.


The foam is dank upon the strand,

While parrots scream from tree to tree,

Green flash of Time-beleaguered band,

Pale foregleam of Eternity.


October 15, 1936.


Page 219

Dualities


IF to spread these wings and sail

Were given to me,

Would this compass much avail ?

If sailorly

Flight steered due East or North or South

Or, deathward, West

Held grimly on, how quench this drouth

At the Wells of Rest

Which live beyond our mortal world

Changeless, not by moons impearled,

And know not intermittent sun,—

Or aught grave-ended, womb-begun,—

Or gaps of Foul for Fair to fill,

On twain-poised scales for ' Good ' and ' Ill'?


Athirst for Rest, one—wings unbound—

By viewless ways those waters found.


October 17, 1936.


Page 220

Fading Stars And Embers Of The Moon


IN that cold ether of the dawn

Where all is mute

A peacock saunters on a lawn

And in salute

To fading stars and embers of the, moon

Wide-spreads a glittering tail; and soon

The sea below is mirroring his hues,

Swift birds in song light echo back the news

More burnished glories on the sea's rim lie,

A vast red sun is heaved into the sky.


October 19, 1936.


Page 221

Unveering Light


ACROSS unmoving lake

A mirror theme

Of swans with white wing- arches take

Their endless dream.


Poise-perfect is the set

Of lunar-bright

Pinions of trance where silence met

Unveering light.


October 21, 1936.


Page 222

Nightfall


DAYLIGHT wilts upon her stalk ;

Grey wings of evening sweep

Over the fields and garden walk

And brooks where fishes leap.


Through level reaches of the air

Aflicker with bats' wings

The stars are trooping from their lair

Each one his banner brings,


And stands to guard his wonted place

With glittering flag unfurled.

......So Dark unveils Its ancient face,

The liege lord of the world.


October 23, 1936.


Page 223

Upon The Mountain Tops


WHITE upon the mountain tops

The snow lies dreamily ;

What phantom, farmer wins his crops ?

What ploughshare scores the sky?


White misty horses draw the plough ;

And hands impalpable

Keep furrow true—while starry bough

Strews fruit ineffable.


October 23, 1936.


Page 224

Less Bitter Waters


NEW skies will drape the zenith tent,

New singings drift on the day ;

On rapt ears opes that, continent,

On fadeless eyes this ray.


Less bitter waters flow through Time

To mock the lonely's lip ;

All troubling things will grow sublime

As bread of comradeship.


October 26, 1936.


Page 225

Mountain Sunrise


A GAINST the high un clambered

Most lonely peaks of snow

Hurl arrows swift and ambered

From the sun's bow,


Till furthest West is gleaming

And ghosts of shadows flee ;

The shine of Day is reaming

From sea to sea.


Page 226

IN THIS FAINT WINDLESS AIR


IN this faint windless air

And dream-suspense

No foaming hound pan scare

Clouds' indolence ;

No thunder barks defiance.

Or rattles chains;

No cyclone seeks alliance

With hurtling rains

To speed like Gengis Khan

Or Tamburlaine,

Levelling palace and barn

In their conquered plain.


October 27, 1936.


Page 227

Silver Flame


WHEN night has risen and foamed to stars

Out of the sable pot

Rimmed by horizon mysteries

And floored with our finite lot,


Then as one rising through the dark air.

Clinging to the ground no more,

I would utterly lose this finite bubble hood

Of self and earthly lore


And pass to the high serene ethers,

Bursting through finite name,

To meet, to mingle, be made one with

The unborn Silver Flame.


October 28, 1936.


Page 228

A Desert Valley


HIGH in the middle air

The vultures hang.

Here earth draws, back its lip,

With sandy gums laid bare

And naked fang......

Swiftly three vultures dip.


Cloudless and steely-blue

The merciless sky

Grudges one timid gust

Of pity to break through.

Here only fly

Primeval greed and lust.


October 31, 1936.


Page 229

The Flower Of Light


THIS whiteness has no withering :

When petals fall,

Miraculous swan's-down-through the air,

A hundred petals build the crowning flower

Stilly nor all


Dissevering gusts can make that stateliness less fair.

The bee can settle in its heart of light—

O winged soul;

But we with fettered feet and soiled with clay

Gaze through bewildered tears

At that quintessenced goal,

Craving one prized petal-touch may light on our dismay.


November 1, 1936.


Page 230

So Sleep The Strong


ROCK-HEWN cavern with a hundred mouths,

Pillars of stubborn rock, long aisles between,

Stillness and winnowed beauty from Time's threshing floor,

Down those long vistas what new things are seen ?


So sleep the strong and keep their guarded peace,

Whilst gracious dreams from aisles of future Time

Lean past the bars of Being, whisper their secret word,

Yearn to be made rock.... In lapidate Sublime.


November 6, 1936.


Page 231

At The Close Of Night


WHITE with starry shine

The air beneath the. sky,

Windless and still,.

Awaits what summoning voice

From caves of earth,

From furthest verges of the sea

Where the silken hangings of dawn

Cover the mystic gate through which the Sun shall pass ?

The gazelles of darkness run swift towards the West;

Their shadowy feet flicker over ground bright with dew ;

And a little wind of the morning lifts the leaves and fronds of the forest.


November 8, 1936.


Page 232

Beyond The Valley-Span


BEYOND one valley-span

Range upon range

Of ever more vast and lofty hills

Raise the august silences of snow

Far up into the dome of blueness,

The height-and-width horizon-enfolding benediction of the sky.


November 12, 1936.


Page 233

Sea Dawn


SMILING, with gracious mien

Usha comes

(Eastward cloud-banners lean—

And sea-wave drums),


Treading Her twilit path

To summits of day

(All of night's aftermath

Fades fast away).


Winning Light's victory

Her sun-kissed feet

Beckon unceasingly

(The sea-drums beat),


Gleam to the earth-bound

Through spaces of mind,

Token a Freedom found

No shadows bind.


November 13, 1936.


Page 234

From The Lighted Way To The Self-Subsistent Light


NOW the upward flight

Of the wide-winged eagle-headed being

Breaks through the last thin layer

Of rack and dimness,

And pinions spirit-ward

Through wide fields of sun-drenched ether

Passing from the lighted way

To the Self-Subsistent Light,—

Immortal Flame of knowledge that is perfect love,

Heart's un flickering glow made one with shadow less Sight.


November 17, 1936.


Page 235

Smoke Ascending


WHITE is the smoke ascending

From the pyre,

Many the fires re-wending

To the One fire.


Smoke, be my charioteer's

Resurgent team

Shod with conquered fears,

Quitting this dream,


Leaping along the light way

Of wideness joy,

Braving the golden height way

No harms annoy,


Straining to reach the raybeams

Of the supreme Star,

Till all this fettering clay seems

Unutterably far.


November 18, 1936.


Page 236

The Greyness And The Quiet


A GREEN-GRAY twilit hush in the ageless forest,

After the immense canopy of boughs

Has strained all glare and vivid colours from the sunlight.

Plinths of tree and stems of giant creeper rise up

from the floor of dimness.

To the full height of these grey spaces

In a cathedral calm.

A plashy thud of some hard-rinded fruit

Ripples momently the tapestries of hush.


The grey ness and the quiet are over all, a many-

fathomed covering of ocean mystery.

That turbulence of harsh atomic being,

Those hard and garish colours of the upper day

Are no more ;

And only a faint dissolving line, a bubble's membrane holds

Frontiers of existence and not-being.


November 19, 1936.


Page 237

Time-Lapse


BELLS with tongues of brass

Measure the hours that pass,

In a lofty tower swinging.

Worms beneath the grass

Make skulls like polished glass

(Brief flowers that Time is flinging).


Stars will cool to ash,

Palaces topple and crash—

Time's sword all unions ending....

The Woundless takes no gash :

Vain waves of Maya dash

On sheer cliffs of Truth ascending.


November 20, 1936.


Page 238

Unattained


THE bleak hills of separation rise

Between the one spot greatly longed for

And the not longed for, bitterly present fact.

Absence and here ness and to-day,

The lifeless monstrous mound of this, this 'actual,'

Unterminate, infructuous existence ;

While there, like rareness sought in pilgrimage for healing,

The separation overcome,

The influence that makes oasis not a desert,

The so long hoped for, deeply craved, and ever more unbelievable journeys' end.


November 21, 1936.


Page 239

Inchoate


THROUGH a white-grey dawn the waves come rolling

Almost with no sound ;

Pale and phosphorescent gleam from streaks of foam

On a far-stretching waste of waters.

Like faltering steps of a young child,

Trickles and drifts of air are felt—

There is neither calm nor steady breeze,

While tentative light glimmers in vague skies :

The teeming star-blossoms dis petal one by one ;

Night is everywhere momently withering into day.


November 23, 1936.


Page 240

Lesbia To Her Girl Slave


THOSE are too fierce, they mock my fading prime

Rubies of passion—and amethyst desire—

Emerald un withering, a bitter gibe of Time,—

Shall these be my attire ?


Bring them no longer, and let no diamond flash

In locks that my Catullus cannot see ;

His sapphire eyes mere unimploring ash :

Take sapphires far from me.


But set a few pale opals in my hair

To entwine the autumn rays with watery flame,

Or hue less jade, idle as moon's despair,

Heedless to joy or shame.


November 24, 1936.


Page 241

The Aged Qeen Helen Crosses The Courtyard


(The speakers are PENELEUS, one of the former suitors of HELEN, and NELIBES and METHYMNAEUS)


M.

"I saw the Queen two sun downs back

File with her shadow in the evening light

That filled the outer courtyard."

P.

" She filed with more than that, Methymnaeus ;

With half-dissolving memories of Troy,

Converging whispers of far-off renown,

A shadowy splendour that her ruined frame

Lets faintly through."

N.

" But she is lame, dim-sighted,

And half oblivious of this changing show."

M.

" She is not very sad or very gay."

P.

" But when she speaks, a brooding hush will come

And gaiety and sadness seem alike."

M.

" So many singers breathe her name in song,

Her beauty is the shrine of endless dream."

P.

" Music and myth and shaped loveliness

Have so prevailed and wrought upon her being,

Her body's death will be a faint, far-off,

Most legendary thing."

N.

" She is but creaking bones and shrivelled hair

And soon these will be ashes on the ground."

N.

" The ground transmuted to a shining floor

For dream-high tower with bright walls of song.

Where gleam the trophies taken in wars with Time."


November 25,1936.


Page 242

Back To Sanity


WHITE with wandering snowflakes

All the air is gay,.

And this the soldiers' row breaks

And sends the guns away.


Look at the glittering bubble

Or sheets of shining rain

When April o'erleaps trouble

And Spring has outstripped pain.


Peer at a flicker of lightning,

Hearken tothunder's game ;

Forget the war-noose tightening,

Paint out the Warlord's name.


Only the narrowing lie hood,

Unworthiest fear and greed

Sanction the vampire spy hood,

Send the cannon their feed.


Wideness of sky as banner

And Earth as the motherland,—

Hurtle Good Sense as a spanner

At the war which " the City " planned.


November 26, 1936.


Page 243

To Laelia


WHEN the long tresses of the dusk will drop

And sinuously sweep through languid air,

A lone star lingers by the cedar-top—

The-one gem throbbing in your glamorous hair.


An outstretched hand is filled with darkening space ;

It finds no warm and myrtle-twined hair

That shades the lilied round ure of your face

And binds Arabian odours on the air.


" Bequeath in dream the pallor of her face

And that rich darkness,—redolent of myrrh,—

Which is for one proud jewel a trysting-place :

O Potnia Nux, a dole of dream confer.


One boon conferred, I will forego each flame

Of all thy stars, to wait in moonless air....

Seal thou my ears with rapture of that name,

Shadow my eyes with that dim odorous hair."


November 27, 1936.


Page 244

The Shadow Of Silence

(Dedication : " To Laelia ")


THE amber-golden moon at summer's ending

Guerdoned our pathway by the surgeful sea ;

With lighted sand your wayfaring was blending

Shade mystery.


Upon a stream rose-red with sundroop's blazing

Idly we scattered rose-leaves, white with red :

And in white cohorts came, while we were gazing,

Stars overhead.


So pale a green of Spring on forest towers....

Dew falling from fluttered wings of songbirds.

Dark hair glistered with the orchard-petal showers.

How vain these words.


November 29, 1936.


Page 245

Echo-Dumb


EMERALD water, snow-white foam,

And running waves....

Fathoms down .the mermaids comb

Sun-gold hair in sombre caves.


Above, the wrestling water-surge.

Loud breakers' fall. . . .

All cries in nether hush immerge,

And echo-dumb the Caverned wall.


Din is drowned in depths of green :

O'er shadowy lawn

Drifting gape-mouth fish are seen,

A fingery crab, a phantom prawn.


December 3, 1936.


Page 246

With Jade-White-Petals


FOR the moon-pale feet of Laelia the still night sheddeth dew.

Or at noon in the white-rose garden—domed with a trance of blue—

Blossoms with jade-white petals before her feet are shed

And fall from the dreaming rose-trees, with never a leaf of red.


The foam-pale hands of Laelia that weave my web of dream,—

How they pluck white water-lilies afloat on a languid stream,

And how from the strings of a zither they slowly waken strain

Lustrously pale as the starlight when the air has been washed by the rain.


In a moth-like silence I gather blooms of the night for her brow ;

As in a shrine men proffer trophies with prayer and vow,

I would weave a crown of whiteness, a glimmer in the dream-charged air,

And raise it in suppliant hands to the dim darkness of her hair.


Your name is fading music upon my worship's mouth ;

It spills in languorous fragrance from lilies of the South ;

It is the odorous night-flower wherewith your locks are bound,—

Or the moon-pale soul of roses caught in a mesh of sound.


December 5, 1936.


Page 247

That Fountain-Song Of Redness Half Hidden In Repose


WHEN the grey dusk has laid upon our eyes

Not so much weight as lingers in swan's-down

That drifts before the faintest whim of air,

And the flittering bat- on a noiseless errand plies,

And in the grass the glow-worm lights a Lilliput town,

O with what pale white gesture her left hand smooths her hair.


But half the stars have gained their wonted place

In the high windless vaulture of the sky,

Nor hath the night bedewed the crimson rose,

Heavy with passionate odour, fain of her face

That leans in the dim and the dark hour over the hue less cry

Of that fountain-song of redness, half hidden in repose.


December 7, 1936.


Page 248

Hour Of Moth-Fare


SHE walked within the hush of fading half-light,

Silence was round her like a crystal globe,

She crossed the terraced lawns at the hour of moth-fare ;

And moth-white over the dimness gleamed her robe.


Day was far-stricken in hours and minutes,

And the grey aftermath grew into dark,

While out of soft skies of a June vigil

Empyreal light sifted spark after golden spark.


December 9, 1936.


Page 249

Rose-Crowned, Inscrutable


LOVELY the lily's rays

For the pure of soul,

White silence of their days,

And whispered goal.


And the golden apples hang

Blown by the breeze,

Their gainers loosed from pang,—

Hesperides !


Yet neither the white nor the gold

I lief would sing,

Though the harvest of truth they hold

And the white peace bring.


Eros with burning plumes—

No other prize—

On Thy altar rewards and dooms

I sacrifice.


Rose-Crowned, Inscrutable

Thy faint smile wins

High deeds from a world so full

Of cluttered sins.


Eldest of gods, I pray

Thy alchemy :

Golden my dross ; and slay

Mortality.


Calm eyes empty of strife,

Of vileness' sway;

No withering mars Thy life,

No dawn is grey.


December 17, 1936.


Page 250

ABSOLVED, MADE WHOLE BY THAT BEAUTY


BEAUTIES are allwhere fading ;

Rain-misted the April blue :

O star within a bubble,

O rose in a drop of dew !


Endlessly filled is the graveyard ;

All our living is centred by lack :

Every string of the lute will be broken,

And the lamp will fast wane into black.


There are gods in the living ether

And they feast on the nectar of joy :

Star-crowned is their life, with no dimming ;

And their roses no shadows destroy.


Absolved, made whole by that Beauty

I would pour the senses' wine,

Offer truth in their glittering temple

And love in their crimson shrine,


And be twined in the Love God's garland

Never to dim or fade—

As star in the truth-crowned godhead,

As a rose on His altar laid.


December 18, 1936.


Page 251

For Feet Of A Moth-Paleness


THERE, in the grey twilight, on the verge of the magical wood

Turn, Laelia, and question the gathering shade

With the eyes of inwardness : not the mind had understood

Nor those eyes with the long lashes, of dust and mournful ashes made.


Then face once more "the mossed path glimmering far into the dim

Onward ness of Day wane ; and over the waves

Of shadowiness we two, as birds entranced, swim

And a faint mazed shoreline follow till we enter midnight's hollow caves.


Here stand the adamantine pillars all alone,

Ringed with the opal walls, and here milk-white

Jade floor for feet of a moth-paleness and an empty throne....

Whereon the slow moon rises and casts in new disguises Light.


December 19, 1936.


Page 252

>HEART FAILED AND THINKING NUMBED


THE last blue wisp of earthsky

Is overpast,,

And every thwarting tie.

Away is cast.

Trackless and unplumbed

The dazzling way ;

Heart failed and thinking numbed

At spring of Day

Far wider than the heart's conceiving,—

Richer than the thought's receiving,—

Too lustrous-hued for prayer's believing,—

Outsoaring scope of Timeshaft's cleaving,—

More calm than Death, the tumult-reiving.


January 6, 1937.


Page 253

WHAT BURNING FRUIT IS BENDING THAT FAR BOUGH


WHAT burning fruit is bending that far bough

Vista'd athwart the littleness of earth ?

There is no place for ease and joyance now ;

Our reaping-hook is mocked by sheaves of dearth.


Rinded with flame and aureoled with fear,

The fruit of deity is ripening fast.

Whose hands are pure to touch and find no sear ?

Shall deathless fruit through mortal lips be passed ?


January 6, 1937.


Page 254

Mousike

(On hearing Mrs. Fullop Miller.)


THE air grows one with a voice;

Some magical sway ,

Has utterly changed the paltry hour

To a strangeness which is yet our one true home.

The calyx of the song no longer laps

The slowly opening silence that is Light.

Now the silence is a calm blue sky :

The song has become three dazzling doves

Of whiteness, and they wing with a lovely motion

Of a rapture unmingled and unmarred.

O harmony of incorruptible form

Stay further— in the hourglass every sand-grain

Is of gold—Time's metronome Is changed to the subtlest weaving

Of the Life Dance and the Hymn of Love.


February 24, 1937.


Page 255

The Mother Of Time


OUT of an infinite ocean

Time arose;

By his shore with a thunderous motion

That Splendour flows.


Here is one shell of Its bringing.

Cast on the beach ;

Hold it and hark to the singing,

Eternity speech.


Flotsam and jetsam of One hood

Unbaffled and free,

Spurring Time to remember his son hood,

His mother—the Sea.


February 26, 1937.


Page 256

The High-Flashing Fountains Of Song

[Dedicated to MADAME MILLER of Vienna. Written immediately after hearing her sing some songs of MOZART, CHOPIN and others.']


SUBDUED the light at the gray evenhush,

As the shadowy helmets of night's vague-host

Make dim the East and the North and the South.

Spendthrift day keeps but a dwindling heap of gold

Low on the westward margins of the sky.

Spirit with wings of light and darkness

Sail through the fast-closing gates of the West

And bear me out of the world ;

The world that is frozen music (but the performers were faulty).

Haply the high-flashing fountains of song

Play still in Supernal Eden

And the air is a diamond undimmed by Time's misadventures. .

The unchanging light of the One, enmeshed in the murmuring spray,

Builds all the colours of the soul.

And the speechless telling of mysteries

Leaves them in the song-hidden heart of Light.


February 27, 1937.


Page 257

The Farther Side Of Mirage


TIME is a wilderness and Fancy sets

Her mirage, far or near, to mock our dreams.

Behold the desert marge the mind forgets,

The waving fronds of palm, the gliding streams.

The scented air, un canopied by cloud,

Is thick with unimaginable themes.

A groundswell paves the silence ; this the loud

Wingbeats of Splendour trouble with golden gleams.


Page 258

TO BOBBY


THE air, that heaps no colour on the sun

But speeds the naked messengers of light

In that same hue with which they had begun

Their God-revealing travel to our sight,

Earns not a truer praise for modesty , ,

Than the cool poise and reticence of soul

Guarding your boyhood (as a sapling tree,

Though gruff gales bend, yet keeps its essence whole).

Now that you pause on the green watershed,

The winding dales of childhood at your back

And all tomorrows spread beneath your feet,

These eyes would probe the misty plains ahead,

These lips would pray, " Whatever foes you'll meet,

Your swift clean courage foil their dark attack."


July 27, 1937.


Page 259

TO BOBBY WHEN HE SAID "THANK YOU FOR SOME VERSES SENT TO HIM


THE desert strange ness drank the river dry

And left no meaning in its vacant bed

But boulders stranded—word-heaps such as I

Perforce- did utter, fumbling past the dead

And brittle husk of words for things alive.

You spoke of'' Thanks," but were not in my debt;

You said I " gave you. .. .," though 'tis I must strive

To burnish gems with which your gift is set.

I cannot count these gems ; appraise their worth :

Or knap the silken threads of gratitude

That link me to you though the width of earth

Were put between us. Soon as is unclewed

The ball of Time's untellable extent,

So soon should I forget the wealth you'd sent.


July 29, 1937.


Page 260

TO BOBBY IN THINKING ABOUT HIS FUTURE


A DIAMOND cuts and is not cut again,

The antelope is swifter than its foes,

And all your boyhood's puissance free of stain

To the trim fibre of a true man grows.

For tenscore years the tortoise lives and thrives ;

Be yours that wholeness and that strength of aim.

Spring left a tang of freshness in the hives ;

On your life's honey shall God breathe the same.


Up out of new-tangled greed and olden fear

The unmarred pinions of your spirit soar

And pierce to the golden height where sun-peaks rear

Their beauty's dreaming and their song-built lore—

Sole on their crest abide God-rhythmed power,

Joy that's unshadowed, Love's triumphant flower.


August 1, 1937.


Page 261

TO BOBBY AFTER DESCRIBING THE MOTION OF A SNAKE


I HAVE seen Snakes with sinuous bodies move—

Their beauty's worship loomed up through a glass

Of cold inhuman fear. Gathering love

From such fine throng of friends, your moments pass

To leave a swift companionable stir

Of kindred pulse, a calmness and a cloud

As the keen breath of Sweet Gale, Broom and Fir

On hills where the plovers wheel and cry aloud.


I felt the shadow of this Beauty fall

Troubling the heart with gratefulness, and awe,

And straining hope, and deepest shame for all

Past deeds unshapely. Hallowed be Her law :

So I your litheness and your limbs most fleet

See with bowed head and with unsandalled feet.


August 6, 1937


Page 262

TO BOBBY, ON CATCHING SIGHT OF A LIZARD IN THE ROOM HE HAD LATELY LEFT


A LIZARD at his ease walks on the floor

As if he sensed some quietness in the room

You quitted this half hour : since through 'that door

Only your body went ; as fireflies loom

And circle, when the sun has dowsed his flame,

In scattered gleams like tinkling of a bell,

So with soft wing your mood's own quiet came

And the heart of stillness answered, " All is well."


" Go then, thou wing-borne Figure of his mood.

And may thy feathery wafting fan his eyes

And, o'er his lips, may shadowy pinions brush

Building him dreams of music from their hush ;

So all in tune his body shall arise,

Still linked with joy even in solitude."


August 8, 1937.


Page 263

TO BOBBY BATHING FROM THE PIER WITH A GROUP OF FRIENDS


TIME with winged sandals hastens on his way

Then let the Morning's soft stealth of you :—

But the eye's of Night, now rinsed with dew

Hold dearer hoard, out of the scope of day.

The brief bright noontide of a moment dims

To evening, the last after-image fades,

When, low to East, across deleting shades

A moonrise shapes anew those dazzling limbs.


How came the rhythmed rapture of the sea

As power within such stalwart limbs that cleave

The yielding waters ? How, athwart their heave,

White arm outstretched, fingers shapely and long ?

Then the firm stroke follows : how ripplingly

Goes dance of the thaws in a back supple and strong.


August 11, 1937.


Page 264

TO BOBBY, WISHING HIM CONTINUED HAPPINESS


CONSPIRE with Fate for mingling of our stars

To empty all thine horoscope of ill,

Reaspect every planet ray that mars,

Transmute the lead of lust to the gold of will.

Well of the millstone of revolving days

Shall crumb thy husks of sorrow down to naught ;

But if some unbleached bitter husk yet stays,

To my fore destined portion be it brought :

Though many days I eat such bitter bread,

It shall taste sweetly as the hours we spanned

In followed work or play—viewing instead

Of poison's Dark, loaves matching in hue thy hand.


Joy, keep his hazel hair from grizzling years,

For fend from happy eyes the seal of tears.


August 16, 1937.


Page 265

TO BOBBY, A RETROSPECT AND FORECAST


GREEN fields of promise have been marred by hail,

And half-grown fruit nipped by an icy breeze :

But here, far from the insolence of these,

Quieted their thunder-cras'h, their hurtling gale.

Cradled by Spring, a smooth plot fenced apart

Proffers foot-welcome to a sower's tread ;

How may it foster most dear leaves that spread,

Firm roots that delve from light grain held in the heart ?


Hearken the sower. His footsteps are your own.

Mine the smoothed ground where the hushed grains abide.

Nor yours nor mine the seed—a heavenly loan,

It finds mysterious growth, is multiplied,

Goldens to glories earth had never known :

And, in all this, be Friendship glorified.


August 18, 1937.


Page 266

TO BOBBY


WITH shanks of shadow tailing off its flight

The heron, Day, wings far into the west :

As days before that one by one alight

Beyond our shadow-shine, seeking a nest .

In the vague heronry of backward Time.

With slow and peaceful wings trokes Day departs :

Far off the sun-birth and the upward climb

Of Light that now has settled in our hearts.


Some circles have wide radius and some

In a small distance can be traced complete :

But over each alike the tracings come

Back to the opening mark. Even so we meet

(If Light must answer Light) two, three days hence,—

Or years perforce,—checked by no strangering fence.


August 20, 1937.


Page 267

TO BOBBY, A FORESTALLING OF SEPARATION IN SPACE


ON thy smooth brow what laurels shall descend

For life's enhancing to the Perfect Way ?

In the silver road may our linked footsteps blend

What width soever have sundered feet of clay.

When leagues of air have stilled thy voice to rest,

When balks of earth uprear between and veil

The gesture of thy welcome, swift the test

That souls have scope upon far other scale.

The music of thy speaking then shall weave

Its rhythm through my faring on the road :

Nor in the past thy welcomes shall be found,

But made a victor's beacon they shall cleave

Through the false shadow and begleam the ground ;

Nor one goal gained but thanks to thee be owed.


August 22, 1937.


Page 268

TO BOBBY, ON THINKING OF HIS MIRROR


HOW strange that in a mirror's confined space

The strength and freshness pf the morning nears

Those times when, as you lean to view your face,

Brown eye and brown eye each on its fellow peers.


Hold, mirror, guard that comeliness of him :

The delicate mould of lip,—the steady eye,—

A crest of smooth brown hair,—and fairness trim

Shading to tan where deeper freckles dye.


And all this Brightness but shadow of a soul

Enshrined in hues no lips of earth could name.

What mirror then could hold the high repose

Of framing that sweet poise, that sure control ?

Be cleansed, O heart, from dross, to build him those

Hues of himself in hushed, love-splendoured flame.


August 24, 1937.


Page 269

TO BOBBY, ON ENCOUNTERING A LINE IN SHELLEY'S "REVOLT OF ISLAM"

(CANTO VIII, STANZA XXII)


OFFSPRING of Earth- shall somewhere pierce the Night,

Some when these boughs will gleam with petalled stars,

Healed be the gaping dark to woundless Light

And rid the face of Youth of threat of scars.


There was, ere wings of Life were joined to Earth,

Ere seeds of hope were sown within her tomb,

Irreparable Age—no other birth,

Undying Death—a gloom within a gloom.


I, like that Earth in lack of life, alone

Might ever thread a dim unlustred way,

Lacking your smile of welcome, joy of mind,

And all the clean bright flame of you : who else am blind

Now see the page you light, hear Shelley say :—

" The past is Death's, the future is thine own."


September 4, 1937.


Page 270

TO BOBBY

ON READING OF "AN AESTHETICAL APPENDIX TO THE VISHNU PURANA WHEREIN IT IS LAID DOWN THAT A GOOD PICTURE CAN BE USED FOR THE FULFILMENT OF ONE'S DUTY (DHARMA) AND THE ATTAINMENT OF LIBERATION (MOKSHA).... FOR THE COMPANIONSHIP OF AN OBJECT THAT SPEAKS BEAUTIFULLY IN ANY OF THE ACCENTS OF BEAUTY.. WILL RELEASE THE INDIVIDUAL .. FROM THE BONDAGE OF UGLINESS INTO THE FREEDOM OF BEAUTY IN FEELING, THOUGHT AND ACTION."


THE ancient writings found a picture holds

Transmuting power and frees forth out of clay

Some finer Flame that, earth returning, moulds

The gross desires and conquers them for Day.

Thus doth cleansed air and loveliness of Light

Surround the shape imagination sets

In the shrined syllables of puissant Sight,—

A shape that high desire decrees, begets ;

And fair foretelling of your strength to be,

And gracious lines that write of boyhood's name

With your repose and energy of will :

Naked and free from flaw, a steady flame, —

O unpolluted feet, stronger than ill, —

Bright hands that bring our immortality.


September 9, 1937.


Page 271

TO BOBBY, ASLEEP AFTER A STRENUOUS MATCH


LIKE some bright arrow from the bending bow

Of Valour's day, the light has sped beneath

The parapet of earth. Now shadows flow

Over the wake of turmoil. I would life

Be as their salve for wearied eyes, to latch

Those eyelids softly for his quiet sleep :

Valiant and twofold the part played in that match,—

Light feet of a boy, a man in thew and sweep.


There is such quiet rhythm for his night,

And deep slow breathing for a wide expanse

Of an athlete's chest, fair, true-moulded in might.

Stars of eternal youth in yonder sky

Unseal his ears to a hush-blight eloquence,

Spread through his limbs a dream felicity.


September 12, 1937.


Page 272

TO BOBBY, AFTER HE HAD PROMISED A SNAPSHOT OF HIMSELF


WROUGHT by pencil or by unthinking lens,

A picture guards too well its midmost theme

Of puissant soul enclayed. Nor shall the pens

Of writers skilled in verse capture their dream

In any cage of words, even though they face

With bodily eye their dream's embodiment;

For eyes of flesh dazzle to mark the place

Where Truth's own light with rueful dust is blent.


Whether your body's form or shadowy trace

Of it be gazed upon, this heart will haste

To lift toward Light's abode its groping prayer ;

" Undying Beauty Who gleams upon the waste

Of our mortality, pierce us, enlace

Our clamorous night with Thy still thoroughfare."


September 16, 1937.


Page 273

TO BOBBY ON THE IDEA OF HIS PICTURE ! SET UP IN SOME SHRINE OF WORSHIP


IF on your living features I may gaze,

I'll find each moment fresh similitude.

Some shifting from a boy's to manhood's ways.

Or rippling from a grave to sportive mood.

Yet on a pictured surface there is fixed

A flashing contact with Eternity,

The single point where Time the Pilgrim mixed

Dim toilsome path and trend of sanctity.


And greatly so when your fair nature prints

Vigour and generous love and quiet repose

(Much else unseizable the likeness hints

To eyes not callous and a heart not blind). ....

Tapers of aspiration mar less rose,

Fronting those features in a fane of mind.


September 18, 1937.


Page 274

TO BOBBY

ON HIS SCORING THE GREATER PART OF THE POINTS THAT BROUGHT VICTORY IN A MATCH WHERE HE WAS THE YOUNGEST PLAYER


FRESH and feathery fronds lifted by the palm.

Flags that flutter ; and the cool breeze blowing along

Gay music. All the western sky is calm

With hint of day-wane. Calm the faces strong

Of marching youth—white shorts and vest, red sash,

Bare legs and arms : the music they obey

Sways to and fro their limbs ; and now they dash

To form some dozen pyramids that stay

For one still minute—and render back the line

Of marching youths who exit as they came.

And then two captains hold the ground, assign

Their team-mates to each place : a whistle blows ;

Flashed like a meteor's head, the ball's in game,

And a surge of runners follow where it goes.


Page 275

BOBBY

AS BEING UNFAILINGLY PRESENT IN THE MEMORY, IS COMPARED WITH THE FIVE ELEMENTS


O YOUTH of youth, with Morning on thy lips

And eyes which have the quietude of Love,

Hovering ever, yet most when evening dips

All things in gold and the first stars gleam above,


Thine is the cleansing purity of fire,

The living thought of unconfined air ;

Thy heart a mirror's pool unblent with mire ;

And rhythms of earth have made thy body fair.


A myriad roses mingle into one

Pellucid drop, to live within its breath :

All lovely tones that back to silence run

And muster beauty in the wane of death

Converge within the cadence of thy speech,

Like moonbeam-ravelled waves upon the beach.


September 21, 1937.


Page 276

ON READING IN A LETTER FROM ENGLAND . THE WORDS, "DO TELL ME WHO 'BOBBIE' IS? IS HE ANY REAL BOY ?"


WHEN thought is nigh asleep at wane of day

These words come wheeling round again un bid

—Disastrous answer hath up risen to say :—

" He is as real as dream in slumber hid ;

His brightness never took the dusty way

Of waking life : his limbs un burthened

By all this dour dependency of clay

Live in Light's deathless dawn unblemished."


Beyond the foam-fringe of the twilight sea

On rainbow-coralled isle he surely dwells,

A prince among swift lords of Faerie

Who race upon wide sands of tireless glee,

Or lure sun-splendoured birds with laughing spells

And twine their amaranth wreaths of ecstasy.


Page 277

TO BOBBY—SEEN IN SUNLIGHT WITH BARE SHOULDERS,

AND REMEMBERED AS IF ONE OF THE LORDLY ONES MET IN A DREAM VISIT TO FAERIE


THE' grille of the terrace was golden

And palings of gold were there ;

He moved—by these eyes beholden—

The fairest among the fair.


His speech held the music of laughter,

His eyes were the stars of eve,

Dread less of dark hereafter

Or of aught the dead hours bequeath.


In a dazzle of ivory brightness

Shoulder and arm lay bare :

O how to his dream-beck whiteness

One waking hue compare ?


How touch, with his lithe enjoying

Of the ripples of sun and breeze,

Grave-dust and earthen cloying

And the wry wine's bitter lees ?


October 18, 1937.


Page 278

TO BOBBY, ON HEARING THAT HE WAS TO BE CAPTAIN OF THE FIRST FOOTBALL TEAM


AS those who fare in crowded ways are stopped

And feel the hurrying throng most hinder some,

My eager thoughts that fain as words would come

Are held from their goal, by silence are o'ertopped.


Still keep thy own dear trust in my intent,

O captain of that team and of my heart;

It is no want of love, but lack of art

That tarries payment for the wealth you've lent.


And who shall gauge the kingdom's-worth you bring ?

What sum would tell the joys that are your gift ?

I'll not presume that I could half repay.

The shrouds of light that clothe your splendoured clay,

The motions of clear joy which flashing lift

Up to the Source of Light unsullied wing..


November 24, 1937.


Page 279

Magic

(To Bobby)


'THERE is no need of painted books

Or coloured, tales of fairy lore ;

What stars are shut in your bright looks,

What magic walks upon the floor

When your fair feet have passed the door

Are you a sun-god in his prime

To lure the Spring across the sky ?

—How can this be the wonted clime

Of heartless earth's inconstancy ?


There is a vow upon my lips

Not to forget you or to change

The passionate liking that so grips

My heart or by mis thought derange

The not-by-earth-attuned lute

Of our companionship. We pass

Minutes the high gods shall transmute

To gold in my remembering glass

Of heart and mind. And whither now

Has vanished all that bitter world

That never shows a candid brow

Or flags of soul in eye unfurled ?

There is an atmosphere of trust,

A way of peace where travellers meet:

Until there guided by your feet

I deemed that all of life was dust,

I had not known it was so sweet.


Page 280

Shadow-Subduing


WHO would live in the hut of twilight

Under the cliff of Dark, .

Or watch the veering from grey to white

And the first day-kindling spark ?


When the sky is rife with rumour of dawn

And the red wine is spilt in the East,

The night is a raiment that earth has outworn—

And stint is o'erladen and Truth is increased.


March 31, 1937.


Page 281

WEAVING THEIR TRANCE-WHITE MEASURE


THE banners of silence are drifting

On the sound less winds of the world :

And the dint of day is lifting ;

With dream are the wont-ways pearled.


With a lift of feathery silence

The dream-steps of Laelia glide

Into the heart of the gloom-stead

Washed by a shadowy tide


Where the waves of the darkening moment

Beat time to a drowsy tune,

Weaving their trance-white measure

Under the moon.


May 23, 1937.


Page 282

Two Songs From The Moon


The Shadowy Lake


MY heart, come away to the waters of slumber

O'erbrimming their shadowy lake,

Where over the wavelets fly birds without number

(And hardly their wings are awake).


The air is entranced by the nenuphars blooming,

Is drowsily fragrant and still;

While through the grey shadows their whiteness is looming,

A targe for the Moon Archer's skill.


Voyage to Limbo


I leapt aboard the fleeing boat

To sail beyond the world—

Pan's deft fingers, a shrilling oat

Fooled not the sails unfurled.


The waves have lost the rhythm of time

And all the food is gone :

There come no seasons to this clime,

Nor set of sun nor dawn.


I doubt mine eyes will ever see

The sane and finite shore—

The hockey stick is in the tree,

And the bell is in the ore.


October 20, 1937.


Page 284

Alien Star-Fraught Shape


Write for the bill of lading

" Square root of minus one,"

Dream to a shore whose shading

Is brighter than our sun,

Die beyond all aiding' *

From syringe or gland of ape,

—And fare far off from fading

In some alien star-fraught shape.


What was the earth but ashes

Dropped from the furnace bars,

From the flame-like Song which lashes

Tops that are gyring stars ?


O hearts that are empty of giving,

Lips that lie famished for song,

How you hiddenly hunger for living

And dream to the star born throng.


December 15, 1937.


Page 285

White Bird


WHITHER, O Bird all white, with ever increasing speed

Do you skim like an arrow of morning the Burden less Archer decreed

On its track to the infinite target as a Thought ever fain of the Deed ?


Bright though the track of the morning, huge though the target loom,

Perfect the Thought of the Thinker, yet may prevail the gloom ?

Dark be the quenching of daytide ? Arrow-tips rust in the tomb ?


O running of Light in the Silence,

O silvery morning star,

May the Dawn be the wordless answer

Of a beauty no loss can mar.


December 30, 1937.


Page 286

Echoing Vastness


FROM that height above the aeons

Who down-peers ?

Where is the bourne of spaced ness.

The peak unclad with years ?


Up to the naked summit,

Where no leaf falls

Of smiles, hours, months and all brief sadness,

What echoing Vastness calls ?


Mirage of sound in the dumbness ?

A mingled speech

Woven from dream for a tribe's atoning ?

Or a God within our reach ?


January 2, 1938.


Page 287

Vistas Of Fadeless Light


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.


January 5, 1938.


Page 288

Musician


SPLENDOUR beyond conceiving

wave against wave of swirling light uprear their sinuous crests

and are thrust forward in a' seething foam

of melody

within the listening coves

and over the untrod sandways

of the heart.


January 7, 1938.


Page 289

JAN 28 ,1938


..........Above the flaccid yellow leaves

The new grass grows ;

And emeralds coyer that too beaten track

Long winter froze.


Again the thought clouds race upon the sky

Of tranquil blue ;

And everywhere the joys of nesting birds

Come welling through.


Beyond the last horizons of despair

A dream has laced

The grey aloneness and the empty groves

Of ashen waste.


Page 290

Nepean Road


SOFTLY over the shadow-bound

Rays of gold,

Quiver and meet in a perfect round

Of bliss untold.


Wideness has entered the heart

All unbeknown—

No tooth of bitter smart

Shall rasp the bone ;

Here live the deed of quiet,

The spoken hush,

Nor fear make wanton riot

Nor blindness rush.


Where harmony alights,

A phoenix blaze,

And neither wrath-rent nights

Nor listless days

Can reave from winged delight

The free of soul,

Or turn their eagle flight

To creep of mole.


February 2, 1938.


Page 291

Appeal To The Elements


O LIFE too gracious for this common day

(Saving the four lives linked with unlonely joy),

With a dawn shining still my dreams employ,

Piercing the haze of self with thy far-flung ray.


O not on earth I guested with that boy,

No bodily eye had viewed the sister's play

O voice of Richard charmed these ears of clay

Or fleshly fingers gathered up his toy.


Ye fourfold Daemons guard the happy brood

(Be they of sober daylight or of sleep) :

Too separate Earth, let not thy dust obtrude,

Marring and dividing—let them not weep

Or sweat with desolating fear—nor heap

Hate's fires—and lying air may they elude.


February 4, 1938.


Page 292

Richard


A HUNDRED forms would pass the languid eye

Each one its proper load of hue would bear.

Singly the world-changing instant sauntered by,

Was Richard's hair.


Thousands of glances throng my sight in vain,

Holding such harvest as an un reaped book :

I see now hence a sapphire with no stain

In Richard's look.


Idly the singing sands of life I heard ;

Not they could make the selfless self rejoice.

A flawless promise of new heaven stirred

In Richard's voice.


February 5, 1938.


Page 293

To Richard


SUDDEN enemies of joy

(As thieves may run

Through undergrowth—or clouds destroy

The blaze of sun)

Enter the chambers of delight

To reive and rend

Those memories of golden light

Which Love will send.


O Richard, be they far from you.

May your blue eyes

Be gladdened with moon-silvered dew

And gold sunrise ;

May rhythm of stars enthral your mind

So that your lips

Sing of their strength : no Scylla find

Your songbuilt ships.


March 13, 1938.


Page 294

L. F. H. G.


THOUGH I must name the red rose and the star

And, penned behind their grating, view afar

Your living and befriending, I must hate

This cage of words to which there is no gate,—

The Silence-Wideness and the spoken bar.


O rutilant atlas and one dim word's mark ;

O regnant perfume in a blinding dark,

A wordless fragrance from the Immortal Rose

Whose incense ever from the finite goes

To fill the unfurled sails of sunset's bark.


Still shine, O symbol of unasked replies ;

Some Power has quickened in those endless skies

All the veiled Beauty to one aching star

Whose crystal shining cloudy words will mar :

The bourne less Beauty breeds no love that dies.


February 6, 1938.


Page 295

The Single Prayer


ON tiptoe dimly I now take my way

Through the sweet-scented forests of a world

I cannot claim, in which I have no say,

—From which even now I may in thought be hurled.


I will not break one twig lest sap should bleed,

Nor brush the leaves that quiver and shrink and fold ;

Not one dream-petal from the future deed

By my dream-roving shall be earthward rolled.


I'd step too lightly for the sleeping dew

To feel an alien presence and depart. —

Grant that the dawn-clear joy may tremble through,

Limn the soft-splendoured wideness of his heart.


February 13, 1938.


Page 296

Excelling The Titan


FLASHING above self-will and Titan's murk,

All is free ;

No smoky clang our from Hephastus' work

Spawns " I " and " me."

No alien light goes pulsing through the air ;

The air and light are one.

Ripples of thought leap from the song loom where

Apollo's fingers run.


February 13, 1938.


Page 297

A Griefless Moving And Untroubled Star


SOME bridges span .although they hold apart :

Through gulf ' twixt earth and sun, from shore to shore

The wavering "plumes of light made eager start—

Time's load lay on-those wings whose Fate they bore.


No bridge be woven out from soul to soul;

In utmost freedom may he thrive afar,—

Ungripped by alien words that seek control,

A griefless moving and untroubled star.


And may no dimness of mortality

Delay the chosen wings of his delight,

When others think of him and inly see

The joy they wish him wend forth through the night.


February 14, 1938.


Page 298

The Builder Of Eternity


Where are the shadow-builders of old time ?

No strength they found to hold out in the days

Of battering Eld : they fawned upon each clime ;

Their fickleness forswears, their paltering betrays.


From Love the flexile will, the stubborn swerve,

—Dream archetype remaking evermore

The life within, evoking, curve on curve,

Firm towers beneath whose feet the withered eras


February 16, 1938.


Page 299

The Debt


SHATTER the manacles of self

And set Love free,

To leave no threat of dyke or delf

'Tween thou and me.

And make the orts and shreds of Night,

If Night must be,

A nothing, through that single light

I find in thee.

As in the aftermath of storm

Great calm we see,

My ways reflect the zenith Form,

Becalmed by thee.

No hope to forge, through grateful gifts,

Equality :

I'd be the Gratefulness that lifts

The spring to thee—

One with the grey dawn's laugh that staves

The dark from thee—

Or surge with the golden-trance-lit waves

Of a sunset sea.


February 17, 1938.


Page 300

Barriers


NO, these are rags of the departing Night;

They speak no more the truth of I and thee ;

They'll come as phantoms of their vanished might,

And as false dreams at the" edge of knowing flee.

When I am nothing, that the rays of dawn

May pass unhindered on their flight to thee,

And when all merged in silences that yawn

Before the echoing cliffs of birdcall, we

Shall dream no more the differing adverse thing,

But now look forth upon the crested sea

Foam-white in clear dawn, and hear the tall wave fling

The sovran music of that victory.


February 20, 1938.


Page 301

Lastingness


........Custom may hold from me your words;

It cannot check

Your living kindness or my wish-borne birds

That no dooms wreck.


Of you unwitting, sleep is a mock of sand

No clear dream lights ;

I'll fashion like to you, with sleepless hand,

My days and nights.


A bridge no more, earth's but a prison wall

That keeps you far ?

O may those thresholds where your footsteps fall

Be void of mar.


February 24, 1938.


Page 302

UNSATISFYING WORDS—AND AN ENGLISH WOOD WITH BLUEBELLS


SINCE all the coins are forged, how can I pay

The meanings which I owe that unforeseen

Generous forbearing, and most quiet play

And half smile comprehending what has been ?

Because my best is yours, how might I give

One token to you from the harvest field

You count as mine though blade and ear but live

In the golden light which your self-comings yield ?


O all too meagre what I would devise—

The net of words is flung and brings no gain :

As well make tally of untarnished skies,

Or clutch the shadowy silences that grew

Among the hazel stems in a sheen of blue

And drowned all memory of stablished Bane.


March 2, 1938.


Page 303

The Journey


OVER the moat of unknowing,

Out of the gloom and glare,

Far from all fond bestowing

And from hatred's stony stare.


Such a mountainous island is looming,

All calm from shore to peak :

Far beneath is the Time-frothed booming ;

Here on high will the throned Love speak.


March 4, 1938.


Page 304

Till I Have Come


THE raft of hope will cross the lonely day,

No ship, no shore in view.

But sails of dream shall thrust me far away

Till I have come to you.

Trance, and a whispered wandering of waves

Over the level sand ;

Most quiet tones my own deep hunger craves

Are spoken near at hand.

What if the light be shadowy and dim ?

—I see your face once more ;

Set free of sorrow, endure the dissolving rim

Of the imperishable shore.


March 9, 1938.


Page 305

The Ship


LOW-WATER-MARK of words is flooded past

Because the spring tide of the mind is there :

The ship of understanding veils her mast

With sail slow filling in the moonlit air.


My feet are on her boards ; it is no dream ;

Her captain's glance is given and reassures

My wavering ; beneath the zenithed gleam

Of that high moon I knew his eyes were yours.


March 11, 1938.


Page 306

Another Climate


CRY out against the slough of hindering years,

The importunity of oozy hours,—

Their Stygian marsh of stagnancy and fears,—

Those dreary banks' unscented hue less flowers.


I know another climate where you dwell,

Enwalled with crystal air forever young

.... Whose words like apple-blossoms gently fell,

But print no scar, leave no remorseful tongue.


Winged calm of hours gliding so softly on,—

The shaped intention of each lovely thing,—

Cast but a wavering image where you shone,

O drop one feather from your dreams hot wing.


March 11, 1938


Page 307

"....HAVE LIGHTED FOOLS THE WAY TO...."


IF days were arches leading down to you,

If nights were portals opening one by one

On some far meeting with the shape of you,

O bounteous earth, no as kings more ; for I have done.


Yet even niggard earth can sunder less,

Should worse befall : your words my heart obeys ;

The dust of that fools' pathway I could bless

For a dream untroubled by the stars' indifferent gaze


March 13, 1938.


Page 308

Vile Mythologies


A TABLELAND with painful moving shapes

Is cleft in two by this ravine which gapes,

Miasma'd with the leasing of its swamp,—

With crown and sword and phantom feudal pomp.

It is an unrcofed sewer, open grave,

And source of vile mythologies that rave

About the need for this dividing curse

And Social Duty to make badness worse.

But now the earth can bear the load no more ;

And stirs and groans in sleep from shore to shore.

When shall the Planetary Sleeper wake,

And shatter lies, and cry " For Beauty's sake "?


March 16, 1938.


Page 310

A Coppics Of Field Maple And Spanish Chestnut


SHAFTS of light pour trough the small young leaves

Of Spanish Chestnut with long twisted grooves

In every plinth ; a mire way trod by hooves

Of kine meanders ; a gang from the hive bereaves

Green-yellow maple flowers of sweet drops

And of their fine loot worthy dust. Beyond

Are slumbering fields that dream of autumn crops,

And a willow-bordered newt-rife pond.


March 18, 1938.


Page 311

A Stone Age Site On The Downs


THIN shallow soil upon a flank of down,

All rife with flint-stones, yields a niggard breast

To living crops. Upon the windy crest

Some wizened larch trees dot a Stone Age town :

Unfriendly ground with short sheep-nibbled grass

(O stabbing symbol of the Stone Age heart

That sours the time we live in); clouds but pass

And fling indifferent shadows and depart.

What dream distils in song from larks who thrill the sky. .

Past savagery o'erthrown.... new Love that will not die ?


March 19, 1938.


Page 312

Flowing


GREEN holm ; the rushy margin of a brook—

A brimming trance-forgetfulness of Time,

A burnished flow. Strewn petals of brooklime

Lay on the stream. A wandering zephyr shook

To dimples all that ecstasy of glass.

Communing with the sky. The meadow-sweet

Waved like a fragrant foam amid the grass

And vague dim whirr of wing or insect's feet.


March 25, 1938.


Page 313

A Snatch Of Fairy Song


FEATHER-LIGHT as motes in air

Pass and repass

Winged ones who with glow-worms share -

The nightly grass.


Wings of iridescent hue

Cross the moon.

Momently their fifes renew

A rindle tune.


April 6, 1938.


Page 314

The Rim Of The Fountain Of Time


WHITE as the foam of the fountain

The bowl of milk-white jade

Circled the plashing water

That had fled from haunts of shade.


Winter lies deep in the earth-womb,

Spring is the leaping up,

High is the summery plume-sway :

Bideth the dregs of the cup.


Night had the shadowy cavern,

Dawn knew the joy of the spray,

Noon sate on summits of grandeur :

What of the ending of day ?


Ever White Silence runneth,

Circling our flicker of speech ;

Not there can come hues of waning,

Nor any birth-cry reach.


April 7, 1938.


Page 315

Northern Moors


DISTANCE and a blue-grey fringe

Of jagged hills—

A staple whereon high clouds hinge

And flood the ghylls

With peat-brown and foam-dappled rush

Of mountain beck,

Whose mid-stream water-wagtails brush

Nor halt nor check

Their undulous hurrying flight until

They near the nest

Where hungering young with opened bill

Make shrill behest.

On a dreary height the curlews call

Through empty air ;

The round-winged plovers circle and fall

By a peat-moss lair.


April 8, 1938.


Page 316

Rejection


WISDOM was a beggar maid

Who brought a beechen bowl ;

The fool bestowed much wealth he'd made—

No shred nor ort of soul.


Wisdom came upon a town

Older than Nineveh,

To find the folk fast pulling down

Her throne, simplicity.


Then priests a complex temple god

In their vain image cast : But

She still walked the ways unshod,

Contemned and over passed.


" Go gaze upon our lofty shrine,

" They jeered at Her and yelled :

One headlong rout of rushing swine

Was all that She beheld.


April 12, 1938.


Page 317

Illumination


SPHERED immensity of red

That holds emblazoned in its heart of peace

The black upjutting line of western hill.

Hills of tranquillity steeped in the setting sun ;

Ground transmuted in that drench of gold :

A hallowed air whose substance is of light

And calm and wideness and release of soul.

For now the blossom opens from the bud :

Surely the seed of the sun has sprouted from the tomb,

That all traditionary clods are lit with knowing ?


April 14, 1938.


Page 318

One Vacant Night


WAKEN to the silent moon

Under an empty sky ;

The flood of sun-dawn cometh soon,

And moon will dim and stars will die.


Now earth has got no speaking voice

And sky's bereft of thought,

And no things grieve, no things rejoice,

While none are sold and none are bought.


The barrenness of silver light

Is old beyond our dream ;

All being is one vacant night ;

There is but that—and clouds that seem.


April 20, 1938.


Page 319

THE LIGHT WHICH INTO DARKNESS CAME


WITHIN the folded wings of Night

Away beyond the stars,

Beyond all sorrow and delight

Or this that aids or that that mars,


The Sentinel of sworded flame

Upbeareth evermore

The Light which into Darkness came

And hath no cleft nor any flaw.


April 21, 1938.


Page 320

QUO VADIS?


RICHLY laden waggons go

Over a starlit plain.

Between dry banks no waters flow ;

They will not flow again.


Wax-white bones of camel and horse

Forespeak the journey's end ;

No dew relents the watercourse,

No cloud that lightnings rend.


The waggons touch the rot of Time,

The verdigris of Space ;

There are no mountains more to climb.

No steep descents to face.


And all the load has end in dust,

And every axle bends ;

The horses' hooves are shod with rust :

And even chaos ends.


April 26, 1938.


Page 321

"...THAT HIS DREAM WENT WELL"


O NlGHT so thick with darkness,

How can there be

Even one poor heart-beat voyaging

To him from me ?

O stars who thread the dimness

With joy serene,

And glimmer above each dwelling

Where he has been,

Now gather thoughts of gladness,

Slide through his sleep

To the last dream-depths of slumber

That he may steep

Mind, heart and will in joyance

And, waking, tell

With a gleam in his eye and a smiling

" That his dream went well."

But I in the vacant heavens

See one half moon,

Emblem of all things missing

From our life-tune ;

Yet if Gunvant's voice were speaking

That dear-loved sound,

All my days were a singing rapture,—

The full moon's round.


May 6, 1938.


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At Morn And Eve


O WILL he answer what my hand hath writ—

And not my hand alone,

That's guided by no subtleties of wit,

But by some heart that is not all of stone ?


Then will his mind forget with months and years,

Beset with a throng of friends ?

Will he impute no river-deep of tears,

But such a love as in short season ends ?


Yet will this soul renounce him should he leave ?

Not while its frame endures—

A love which chimes its bells at morn and eve

No chiding word or hush indifferent cures.


May 7, 1938.


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Gunvant's Friend Wishes To Dream Of Him


SMILING end golden-hearted,

Gunvant came

With' a width of sturdy shoulder

And well-knit frame.

I gazed upon friendly eyes,

Upon dark brown hair,

And the sunshine became more golden,

More rich the air.


He has carried that wealth by his going

To a dim far place ;

Never hand has the joy of his handshake.

Never eye of his face.

And I would that this tindery heart

From the flints of sorrow

Should capture a dream-spark of Gunvant

For memory's morrow.


May 8, 1938.


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The Mirror-Lake Within The Heart

(To Gunvant)


IF words were told till even with the waves

That we viewed hastening, shadow-soft, to shore.

They'd leave unbuilt the bridge our spirit' craves

And doom us ever sundered as before.

Though we should thrust our Babel tower nigh heaven,

Unwearied—like those waves—pile phrase on phrase.

For our dull dough of world we'd find no leaven

Nor live within the blessedness we praise.


Then rather should our idle speech be still;

One utmost Silence that hath never erred

Let all our being hearken, far apart

From anxious thought and misportraying word ;

Such bliss of oneness and harmonious will

Beams from the unruffled lake of Rhythm's heart.


November 2, 1937.


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Free


IT is not true

That friendship is a common bloom to pluck at will.

If I knew

Within what valley or wood, or on what plain or hill,

Such blossom grew.

I should be free—that flower would pluck me from all ill.


May 18, 1938.


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Secret Valley


THOUGH it was dark on the earth side,

It was Light above, below,—

A geyser of truth from the darkness,

Out of heaven a torrent-"flow.


Though the rocks were hard and barren

And their hate was the watershed,

There's a grove where the leaves are thorn less

And each bloom is a perfumed red.


Boles of strength with that whisper of blessing—

Not one atom is lonely there—

The achieve and the goal of oneness

Through the leagues of flame-bright air.


October 11, 1938.


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Images


O SPEAR of Love that great archangel wielded,

O ship of Peace with that white sail unfurling,

Speed, weapon-truth ; be Wrong no more beshielded:

Glide on, O ship, through Time's all-hungry swirling.


October 11, 1938.


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Frail Sky That Yearns For Bliss


STARS are fading

one by one,

yet within

there is a first dim twilight

from a spirit-sun.


In that pearl-grey gloaming

stern shadows disappear ;

still-half-whispered light is doming

graith and gear.


Cover me with silence,

frail sky that yearns for bliss,

send seeing born of hunger

for the silver kiss

from the lotus dawning

of yet-to-be sunrise

and for the amber lightening

as day-truth fills the eyes.


October 25, 1938.


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NO SELF-WILL SCARS THE LAND


HOW this atomic self

Could comprehend

Seamless and singing wealth

The high stars lend ?


Phantasmal guardians yield

What sworded flame,

That mortal feet to field

Of Eden came ?


Night fell : on far lagoon

Silverly wan

Rays from a limpid moon

Shafted and shone.


Dim waves to flank of sand

Dream their caress ;

No self-will scars the land

Of tenderness.


October 31, 1938.


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...THAT LIGHT-WASHED SKY IS NEAR


IN this hush might float away

Dust and dross,

Ascent be won from weight of clay,

From pain and I6ss.


Light the incense tapers here ;

Bow the head :

Dream that light-washed sky is near.

Self's barrier dead.


Dawn-poise is on east, north, and west:

Exultant south

Holds calm within a glowing breast.

On lovekissed mouth.


November 3, 1938.


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Different Thought


IF with a lidless eye

Someone surveyed

Palm trees that grew so high

And cast no shade,


—Those kites that wheel above

Landful of foe,

Their sky as empty of love

As the steelscape below,—


Would he not question why

Earth's paradise

Is lorded by men who lie

And feed on lies ?


Beyond, in a different thought

The groves are still;

Words sweet ; they sought

Peace of His Will.


November 15, 1938.


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" BURNING BLADE " OR " ETERNITIES TO BE "


THEN out of the jewelled sheathing-case,

Silver-laced by moon-ray on the sea,

A swordsman with grief-untroubled face

Wrests the blade " ETERNITIES TO BE."


The cincture of starry shadow-tide

Rives atwain—the dawn-rise is at hand ;

The swordsman un sheaths his golden pride ;

" BURNING BLADE" is sun-glimpsed on the land.


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Invocation Of The Divine Mother


FOR HER EMERALD OF LIFE

Shakti of God that moves upon the waters,

Greatness and wideness of Spirit everlasting,

From senses, mind and heart, from a myriad moods and quarters

Enter with Thy puissances, transmuting and recasting.


FOR HER TOPAZ OF TRUTH-EXISTENCE

Wisdom of God, silent above Time-sources,

Transcendent peak all creature-ken outvasting,

Bring to heaven's roadsteads earth by devious courses,

Calm, ordinant as lodestone though all ways are over casting.


FOR HER AMETHYST OF THE POWER OF BEAUTY

Beauty, star-enrobing, a strangling here

From eldest aeons fraught with overthrow

Of shadow hood, because Thy worshippers draw near,

Once gaze-and then forswear all ease until they know.


FOR HER RUBY OF REALISATION

Joyhood, earth-englobing, God-victory,

In the east Thy dawn-rose banners faintly show;

Aidant to Love, the spear-hosts sweep from Eternity,

Till Time is heaven-conquered and the dateless bugles blow.


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THE GOLDEN ARC

A VERSE PLAY IN FOUR SCENES

Characters in order of appearance


NAOMI

. A young girl

THE SAGE

. A man advanced in years, but firmly poised and not bent or limping in gait

ABEL

. A youth

THE SIBYL

. A woman advanced in years, but with an ageless face

MARA

. An old woman

CAIN

. An oldish man, seeming prematurely aged

SPEAKERS
OF THE
EPILOGUE

. Either men, or women with resonant lowpitched voices, or both men and women together


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Scene I


LUNAR YOUTH


TIME—

Late evening in midsummer.

Place—

Open country with a few trees. To right, a pool with water-lily leaves. To left, a simple cabin with an open door from which some light comes during the earlier portion of the scene. Naomi is swinging on a low-sweeping bough near the centre of the stage.


Naomi (Singing)

Filmy the mist on the high mountain tarn

Veiling the sombre hue,

And sedges aglimmer with attercop yarn

Spangled with midsummer dew.


Deep lay the valley of moon bright lake

Lapping an island dim—

Spell which the dipping swallows break

With sunrise on far sea-brim.


(It is growing darker. NAOMI stands up, turns her back on the lighted door of the cabin and glances at the water-lily pool, then peers towards the back of the stage.)


The nigh-to-open moon upheaves the east

like some white-globed Spring flower peeping out

through chinks of black-loamed night. And after dawn

the sleeping nenuphars lift up from the pool

in a white whisper, as if elusive moonrays

had lent the speech of immortality

to earthly flowers.

Sage (entering from Right)

Beyond, beyond, beyond.

Their gift of speech is but a brief enchantment.

(Naomi seats herself again upon the bough.)

NAOMI—

Tell me the meaning of their speech.


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SAGE—

Not here ;

the strings of silver stretch to far horizons

and there is fastened the tip of a golden are

which the strong bliss of gods alone can wield.

But when the shaft of loveliness is launched,

its arrowed silver sings great disarray

(A pause. The lighted cabin door grows dark . At the back the light
from a rising moon is brightening.)

The beauty of your eyes grows richer now. Naomi

NAOMI-

My soul goes out through them in search of glory

SAGE-

Which having found, you may transmute the sullen

years of earth to a snatch of such moon-rhythm

as will enweave its music in the wooing

some youth may bring you ; so for a moon-day

like the nenuphars tomorrow shall set blooming

your lives shall twine about a magic silence

from whence exhilarant song of world's remaking

can take its birth : if by your strength you sing it,

the angry tribal fear shall be withstood.

Supernal courage bends the golden are

Let the dim flame wed with tribal dark.


(The Sage goes out RIGHT. NAOMI turns her head, watching him go out,
so that her eyes light upon the pool, which the moon's rays have now reached)


Now the moon's rays have lighted

on the dark pool and leaves of nenuphar. . .

Silver.... Far horizons.... These are not

as things we touch and use and wear away.


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Scene II


SOLAR YOUTH


TIME—

Forenoon in midsummer.. .

PLACE—

A grassy open space. To Left a clump of bushes hides from sight a small river running diagonally to the further distance on Right. At the extreme Right near the front (of the stage) there is a grassy mound. Abel strides in from Right, shaking drops of water from his hands.

ABEL—

That water from the spring is the best I know ;

not brackish like the well.(Sits down) And old folk say

that if a young man stoops just at the noon hour

at summer's height to cup within his hand

cool water, he sees within mid pool a face

upturned to his for not so long a while

as the swallow's wing dimples a meadow stream ;

and those are eyes that will look kindly on him

when first he woos : and if he win that girl

for wedded wife, the high gods will not brook

the worst of human ills to baffle him.

(Gets up)

They talk that way.

(Walking Left)

I'd sooner see the salmon

ABEL—

leap the low waterfall. But if they bruise

their bodies in their frantic rush to breed

at the stream's head, where scarce their scales gain cover

from midday sun, what drives them into pain ?

(THE SIBYL,entering RIGHT, overhears the three last lines.)


SIBYL—

Stemming the dark ward flow of tribal wont,

all human kin, in blindness, seek to find

some trace of their heart's dream.

(ABEL sits down LEFT CENTRE on a low mound or rock near THE SIBYL)

ABEL-

What dream?


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SIBYL—

Upon the parapet of their high tower

the gods of Morning set a crystal vase

filled with the nectar of Supernal Love.

Then Fate was veiled behind a happy chance,

spilling the liquid ruby of the vase

which, havened in mortal hearts, made such bright dream

as earth-folk call first love, belittling it

because its. child-small hands may wax and quell

the bestial olden ness of herded ill.


(THE SIBYLwalks swiftly across the stage and goes out.)


ABEL—

Last night I was in dream on that high tower,

Brilliant with gems of fire and living light ;

but then I woke and my two eyes were aching


(He rubs his eyes, walks a short distance to RIGHT and stretches himself

upon the ground, head resting against the foot of the mound.)


The hum of insects' wings, her tales of dream

and my thronged memories leave me amazed,

bewilder me to sleep .

(He falls asleep. THE SIBYL re-enters.)


SIBYL—

So now through noonlit roadstead swings the sun

In height's tranquillity ;

Time's brabble pauses—as a beck may run

Into a sky-clear pool, held dreaming-deep.

Day's minutecourse tangents Eternity

And all unshapely thought is put to sleep.


[Perhaps the stage will be darkened by degrees as he falls asleep. After complete darkness for a moment the light will suddenly return as bright or possibly even brighter than before, revealing THE SIBYL(conceived as entering his dream-consciousness) already motionless on the stage.]


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Scene III.


MOONSET


TIME—

After midnight.

PLACE—

A flat stretch of rock at the water's edge, with sand or pebbles

at the very front of the stage. The background shows a sea

over which a setting moon still hangs. Far back on the Left

is a long-abandoned boat, now only a skeleton with bare ribs

sticking up. To Right and near the front of the stage, a

sand dune with sparse withered-looking grass. Mara is seen

standing a little to the left of midst age, facing Right.


MARA—

(chanting as if in loud complaint)

Wisdom is not yet. The moon is ripe for setting.

Grief is all I die with—for this earth's forgetting.

I have plucked the water-lilies, and they wither :

There are no lilies on the sea doom surging hither


SAGE—

(entering from RIGHT)

What is your search ?


MARA—

There is none left to me .


SAGE—

Whence is the music which has built this world

of secret moon and far-off silver sea,.

with opal foam a child's length from our feet ?


MARA—

It seems to make some song whose tune I had

—I never knew the words.


SAGE—

As words make dark

the light love's music brings. Cast now your thought

to when your wooer gained a smile from you.


MARA—

It comes as if entangled with the moon's light

in a drift of opal foam. The song's own tune

I helped unwittingly to build.


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SAGE—

You hold

the clue to all that's lovely in the world.

(THE SAGE walks slowly out .)


MARA—

Then I may follow beauty.

And as the calm moon's radiance I would sink

beneath the westward striving and unrest

of the salt sea . Frail beauty whispers there.

Here the cracked rocks remind me of the bones

within; and dune-grass mocks my shrivelled hair.

(a short pause)

I stand upon the edge of used-up things,

and gaze upon far symboling of Love

whose music summons me beyond the world.

(falls dead)


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Scene IV


SUNSET


TIME—

Early evening.

PLACE—

A stony desert. To Right a stunted low-growing shrub or

cactus. On the Left piled up rocks leave an entrance to a

cave. The background consists of low undulating sand

hills, above which the sky is flooded with the red light of

sunset. Cain enters from Right, slowly and with a limp.


CAIN—

How arid is the laughter I must show

when I meet goatherds on the desert fringe.

There is not herbage here for twenty goats

in half a day. I'm rid of laughter now ;

and time these rocks were rid of me.


SYBIL—

(entering RIGHT)

What fare?

CAIN—

I knew the answer once.

SYBIL—

And now you plan-

CAIN—

Yes, to be quit of plans. We cannot draw

circles that truly meet and leave no wound

where they, once young, grow old.

SYBIL—

But love 's elixir

is proved, or held, or sought to give such aid.

(THE SIBYL walks rather swiftly out. The sun is now setting and flooding the ground with a crimson light.)

CAIN—

Proved., sought., aid. This ruby pool

of failing light is all that's left of day.

And ruby means—not strife alone,

but lips that cancel hurt by symbol-kiss,

and every beacon of each dream ward way

that seeks its centre in the heart.

(a pause)

Now all-day-gathered wisdom slides from Time

whose dome grows dark.


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(A longer pause. There is now left only a streak of crimson low down in the sky.)


I knew a-tower-top once in that Spring morning

—dreamt to the ultimate source of living dream.

(a short pause)

My eyes are aching " in this rock-cumbered cave

I will Find sleep. waterless. I do not think

my mortal eyes will wake again

(slowly enters cave on LEFT)


CURTAIN


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EPILOGUE


SPEAKER OR SPEAKERS

(from LEFT side of stage)

Sometime beyond the woven weaned

Lures and down falling

The golden arc shall shoot from silver bowstring

Its arrowy music, calling,

Calling forth old earth-beholden memories

Of where-the-gods wone story

Till men's feet light on gems that are life-giving

And eyes grow rich with glory.


SPEAKER OR SPEAKERS

(from RIGHT side of stage).

No memories can die if love-begotten

Nor dim their flame :

These to men's hearts were spilled in a ruby cadence

And from high ramparts came.

The godlike forms in that perpetual dawning

Laid the nectar down which yields

The wisdom of love ; a benign chance shed it dark ward

Like dew on stubborn fields.


ALL THE SPEAKERS

The hidden dream shall be a touchstone proving

Worth and unworth,

And be the last alembic in the gloomtide

Distilling hopes to birth.

Some when the sullen Sorrow shall be pierced,

That arrow-song be heard,

The Name Unknown be spelt,—each love devising

One letter of the Word.


FINIS


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THE SEVENFOLD VISION


VISION I


Six Symbolic Figures enter in the order Seven, Four, The Limit of Number, the Giver of Blessing, Three, Five. The six Figures having ranged themselves in a semicircle towards the back of the stage, The Number Six enters to take up a position at the centre of the semi-circle or slightly in advance of the other Figures.


VOICE—

" O my father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from

me : nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt."

THE NUMBER

SIX—

A stable-cave, the dark solstice of the year

Enclosed the birth cry. Haste wise another cave

Four walled, wherein was never man yet laid,

Four walled, wherein was never man yet laid.

Awaits the prey of Darkness. So involved

In shadow's shadow, the clear creative Light

Tapered to heedless clod, no conscious trace

Of heavenly fellowship aglimmer there.

VOICE—

" Hallowed be thy name."

Oneness and bliss and knowledge, God's own being—

That was the sacrificial bread His hands

Took, brake, gave, and therewith formed

Such myriad splendours in a living world

Maimed and one half laid waste by will's revolt.

VOICE—

" I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until

that day when J drink it new with you in my Father's

kingdom."

Sadly the vultures gather and the hooded crow

Lours, curdles to coal-black wing the flap of doom.

Surely no scent remains with hillside flowers

In this too menacing air. And all around

Have pressed the sullen and the mocking and the sad.

VOICE—

" Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."


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VISION II


Enter slowly in succession The Limit of Number, The Number Six The Number Five. Each takes up a position ear the front of the stage, The Limit of Number and The Number Five on either side of, and half turned towards, The Number Six.


VOICE—

"Thy Kingdom come."

THE NUMBER

FIVE—

A tower of thieves was taken and destroyed.

The youngest of them, generous at heart,

Cruel but from heedlessness and high excess

Of passion, reckless of odds or bitter death,—

That youth was justly doomed by social law.

A falcon dear to God, a mettlesome boy

Singing exultant in the heart of God.

For God is Joy, and Ruler ship, and Power,

And Life Abundant and the Tune of Time.

VOICE—

" And they were astonished at his doctrine : for his

word was with power."

But some have said, 'O, all is miracle,'

And others, ' that the word Creation spoke

Shall not retract, deceive, prevaricate,'

We live in the Sixth Day of Genesis ;

The onward flowing washes round our feet ;

The winding music hovers on new theme—

Which theme distorting tongue and brain will dub

As miracle. And yet our noblest men

Sweeten and purify the air, selfless

In service of that Temple of their Science

We are unworthy of; for they disclose

The Thing That Is—and not the things men dream.

Most dear to God the bravest and most free,

Who will not suck the myrrh and vinegar

Of comfortable words they have not earned,

But—being near God—can see all bleak, and smile.

VOICE—

" Today shalt thou be with me in Paradise."


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VISION III


The Number Three entres alone.

VOICE—

" Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth."

THE NUMBER

THREE—

Sunrise may come tomorrow on olive groves,

But there is One who shall not look again

On earthly sun or moon. His inward eye

Is fixed on some mysterious crescent's ray—

An orb whose waxing is His Father's Will.


VOICE—

" Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his right

eousness, and all these things shall be added unto you."

There, there, within, the Kingdom would unfold

The shape of splendour and the taintless hue.

Leaven, or mustard seed, or crops of corn,

Each one He saw by not-of-this-world Light.

He gauged the poised run of living things,

The delicate rhythm of a lily bud,

And taught how joy comes leaping through unbid

If that inward Spirit-Moon be gazed upon.

By inward rhythm of that waxing moon

His Power could heal the sick, allay the pangs

Of thirst or hunger or wound. But not for Him

Is any balm while His heroic strength

Wrestles with earthly wrong, while with stern heel

He bruises the dragon's head. Unfaltering

He proffers all at the white and silvered shrine.

VOICE—

&quot I thirst."


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VISION IV

At the centre of the back stage is a Tabernacle, with the entrance closed by doors or a curtain. Two or three steps lead up to the entrance from the stage floor. Unseen within the Tabernacle stands The Giver of Blessing. At the front of the stage on the extreme Right stands the Learner, gazing at the Tabernacle.


VOICE—

" If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will

he give him a stone ? Or if he shall ask an egg, will

he offer him a scorpion ?"


THE GIVER OF BLESSING ( Unseen Within the Tabernacle)

The stones and scorpions are the worldly lore ;

The wise-with-this-world's-wisdom grow like them :

There is another seeking and a different food.


VOICE—

" Seek and ye shall find ; knock and it shall be opened unto you."

The Tabernacle opens and each of the doors may show on the side now made visible the device of three ears of corn. THE GIVER OF BLESSING speaks from the top of the flight of steps just outside the entrance :-

The earth gives harvest from its virgin womb :

The heart of man is hungry and adores,

The ear of man is wistful for the sound,

Of Truth Incarnate ; outstretching empty hands

He craves the boon of wisdom gathered up

From earth re-purified. Vast discipline

That puts the brush within the painters grasp

And thrusts out all divided aim, till he

Finds Colour work with him its perfect will.

Can less be needed when the aim is more ?

Assembled in the Hall of Mysteries

The purified have entered in the womb

Of All-Unknowingness ; their fingers feel


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Annihilation's speartip that is crowned

With zero and the void ; un wondering eyes

Bestare unhue, unshape, unany thing ;

And ears of sleep hark numbly to the nought.


VOICE—

" When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons

of God shouted for joy."

The newly born. And a world reborn with him.

The morning stars are singing still together :

His quickened life, akin to them, is one

With every gleaming colour, self-entire

Of rainbow, flower newly budded, flashing foam.

From interfusion with all other life

He grows to Truth ; and Truth shall set him free.


VOICE—

" This is my commandment, that ye love one another, even

as I have loved you."

Truth timeless, Love endless, Beauty incorruptible,

Where are the empty husks of this world's lore ?

The Prodigal has found his way to home ;

The child of earth, by dint of his long toil

Has now become the Learner, feels the calm

Of far-off heavens, mirrors of the Truth.


The Learner moves towards the Tabernacle and stands at the foot of the flight of steps with his hands stretched forwards and upwards towards The Giver of Blessing in a gesture of recognition and homage.

VOICE—

" Woman, behold thy son !. Behold, thy mother !"


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VISION V


VOICE—

" And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our

debtors."


THE NUMBER

NINE—

The prayer that stubborn lips will not pronounce,

Must lips Divine be tortured to recite ?

And if one robber will not come near Christ,

Must Christ gain to him through far Night of hell ?

Darkness too deep for any plumbing line,

Beyond our wisdom and our sympathy,

Dread sphinx of Fate, cold ultimate of Time.

Not even blossoms of most deathly black

Are visible. No bird, no shadowy bat

Can stir with wing this heavy-hanging air.

All sound must die into this loneliness,

This anti-work,—reversal of the plan

That was the living energy of God,i

Signed with His seal, the All-Compassionate.


VOICE—

" My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me ?"


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VISION VI


VOICE—

" Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground, and die, it

abideth alone : but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit."


THE NUMBER

FOUR—

The answer to all anguish, the goal of seeking

Soon to be uttered by the lips Divine.

Now is Truth's pilgrim at the altar step

Bereft of all that harnessed him to ill

Saving his own self-will; he can no more

By the Grace-guided human power ; he feels

The flaming Love that mounts beyond the world.

He is the arrow fitted to the bow

Of flashing hue, and by his self-oblation

The bow is bent, the shaft of leaping fire

Burns through the middle air, is lost to view

In vista'd zeniths of the Formless Goal.

There, in subsistent calm, the Light of Lights

Is all in all. No lures can touch the will

That is no longer mortal but divine.


VOICE—

"And dring us not temptation. "


The anodyne, the gall and vinegar

Long since rejected by the lips of Him

Who shall in this still hour on Calvary

Make known the secret at the core of love.


VOICE—

"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit. "


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VISION VII


VOICE—

" It is finished."

The Symbolic Figures enter in the order Six, Five, Three, The Giver of Blessing, The Limit of Number, Four, Seven. The entering Figures pass behind a seven-sided plinth having one side parallel to and nearest to the back of the stage, while the later Figures station themselves at the nearer sides of the plinth, so that finally the Figures are ranged each near one of the seven sides, three being to the right and three being to the left of the Giver of Blessing (who should be seen at a greater height than the others, as if standing two or three steps above them on a stairway.)


THE NUMBER

SEVEN—

O now the Veil is rent, and all is Light.

From Love's last wound withdraws the uplifted spear,

And the full tale of Five is set upon

Perfection's Form ; so with lone power of Five

That Kingdom is brought near ; so the spear's wound

Breaches the wall of heaven, and Life descends

Kindling tomb-dust of earth to holy clay

And the New Adam newly wrought from it

Is life abundant, light of shining gold

So lit with power that earthly suns grow dark.


VOICE—

" Deliver us from evil."

" For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he

shall stand at the latter day upon the earth. And though

after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my

flesh shall I see God." -


As motion runs too fleet to catch the eve,

All the six days that held creative power

Are blent in one supreme white resting-place

Of Love's completeness ; the All-Beautiful

Speaks but the word that lies between high cliffs


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Of sound as yet unheard by the ear of men,

Where in a pool without a whispered breeze

Aeons of stillness mirror God to God.


THE GIVER OF

BLESSINGS—

The moving sinews have been cut from strife.

Forgiveness has been uttered sevenfold.

Now self is slain, whose form is Death, and Life

Is made One Everlasting.


FINIS


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Notes


BY THE AUTHOR


TOPAZ AND SAPPHIRE AND RUBY

[Pg. 7]

The golden yellow of Topaz=The principle behind manifested Life.


The blue of Sapphire=Light (in the sense of the awakening into activity of the limitless Divine Consciousness : as in Gen. I. 3-5, " And God said, Let there be light : and there was light. .. And there was evening and there was morning one day.").


The Ruby represents, in our terrestrial existence, what is fully achieved in a super-terrestrial Love which—unlimited and undimmed by the conditions of earthly existence—is symbolised by the spotless purity and dazzling glory of Diamond.


The late " Alan Leo," an English astrologer, writes as follows of ' The Sign of the Archer,' Sagittarius :—

" This is pictorially represented by a man who is half horse (spiritual consciousness evolving out of and utilising and controlling our animal nature) shooting an arrow from his bow—' an arrow shot into the unknown ' (the symbol of rebirth and the beginning of a new and higher life). This sign suggests the passage of consciousness from one state to another. Its most distinguishing characteristic, perhaps, is its love of sport and travel, having the attribute of sympathy. In its best interpretation, the activities of this sign are directed towards a higher state of existence, in which aspiration and devotion are the keynotes. Aries is the architect, the pioneer, Leo the organiser, the vitalised, Sagittarius the builder, the executants........The third decimate of Sagittarius rising awakens the best half of the dual sign Sagittarius and quickens the intuitive and inspirational nature of the sign. It increases the love nature of the sign and makes the native very demonstrative and ardent in affection,.... and readily expressing his sympathetic, sensitive and kind-hearted nature."


MOONRISE IN THE NIGHT OF MAYA

[Pg. 19]

L. 2 When the sky has been overcast with continued rain, the first sign of the weather clearing is usually seen just above the horizon—country folk call this silvery light the weather-gleam.


L. 8 An owl is called a howlet (pronounced " hûllet ") in north-country dialect.


MAHALAKSHMI*

[Pg. 35]

Traditional attributes of Mahalakshmi, the bestower of wealth—or, in the further and more profound interpretation which Sri Aurobindo has given :—

" The goddess of the supreme love and delight.. .vivid and sweet and wonderful with her deep secret of beauty and harmony find fine rhythm, her intricate and subtle opulence, her compelling attraction Vid captivating grace. .... Ascetic bareness and harshness are not pleasing to her nor the suppression of the heart's deeper emotions and the rigid repression of the soul's and the life's parts of beauty. For it is through love and beauty that she lays on men the yoke of the Divine."


(" The Mother," pp. 44 ) .


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ATLANTIS

[Pg. 36]

FLINDER

—splinter, small fragment.

-MEAL

—as in Piece-, inch-, Limbmeal.

MOIDER

—confuse.

IZZARD

—Z.

DERNFUL

—solitary.

FLEER

—deride, sneer.

LEASING

—falsehood, lying.


VITA SUB SPECIE AMORIS

[Pg. 50]


The title—" Life (viewed under) the form of Love "—is a Latin phrase used by the philosopher Mc Taggart. The refrain—" I shall (continue to) love, therefore I have (real and permanent) existence "—is a variation upon Descartes ' philosophical argument " Cogito ergo sum "—" I think, therefore I exist."


A SONG OF RETURNING

[Pg. 53]

AN EKING

—a thing added.

HEST

—command, injunction, precept.

TO GLOSS

—to give a specious appearance to.

CLOUGH (pron, ''Klûf")

—ravine.

LIEGE—

—entitled to receive allegiance.

AN ORT

—a fragment or scrap left over.

A LAG

—a thing left.


GATEWAY OF THE DAWN

[Pg. 69]

The pearl is a symbol of purity ; the turquoise is a symbol of purity in the vital: the unicorn is a symbol of purity and of faithfulness to an ideal purpose.


SELENE

[Pg. 72]

The Moon in Greek is called Selene.

A delf is drain or ditch on he land side of a sea-embankment or dyke.

The Latin phrase Memento nasci conveys a reminder that (new) birth must come- a phrase in crampon use being Memento mori, lit. " remember thou to did."


BLUE FLOWERS BY A STREAM

[Pg. 74]

Brooklime is a streamside plant with small bright blue flowers, Meadowsweet has plume-like clusters of cream-white fragrant flowers, and the Moon daisy is a single chrysanthemum with a flower having a yellow centre encircled by white rays.


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CANAL SUMMIT

[Pg. 160]

The " summit " of a canal is the stretch (often going on for miles through lonely uplands) between the last of the ascending and the first of the descending locks..


CHILDREN OF THE SON

[Pg. 167]

A descriptive title that has come into use for the matriarchal people of Neolithic times whose burrows are still preserved on chalk down in England and elsewhere.


THE HIDDEN ROSE

[Pg. 170]

Forslow—" delay," as in " Forslow no longer " (Shakespeare).


LESBIA TO HER GIRL SLAVE

[Pg. 241]

Catullus is reported to have been of Celtic stock, so his eyes may perhaps have been blue.


TO LAELIA

[Pg. 244]

Potnia Nux—Greek words meaning " Goddess Night."


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