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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.
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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.
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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.
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THEY
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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
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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