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 proff

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 dul

TO BOBBY—SEEN IN SUNLIGHT WITH B 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 ri

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

" 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. Page-334

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

POEMS By A R J A V A POEMS By A R J A V A With a Foreword by SRI KRISHNA PREM 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 fellowsh

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

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 g

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