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

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

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

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— Y

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

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

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. P

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

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

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