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 Th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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