"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 o

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 griz

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

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 gl

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. Ja

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

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 Page-337 Scene I LUNAR YOUTH TIME— Late evening in midsummer

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 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

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, U