UNANIMOUS TRADITION SOME pointilliste had left this canvas called " The Stars ' Half-finished, in his dilettante way,— " " And why this planet skit Devolving-ape-infest ?"— Their pointillistic mind-stuff lit, Sage minds co-deem " Pure jest." February 18, 1936. Page-152

SECRET VALLEY THOUGH it was dark on the earth side, It was Light above, below,— A geyser of truth from the darkness, Out of heaven a torrent-"flow. Though the rocks were hard and barren And their hate was the watershed, There's a grove where the leaves are thorn less And each bloom is a perfumed red. Boles of strength with that whisper of blessing— Not one atom is lonely there— The achieve and the goal of oneness Through the leagues of flame-bright air. October 11, 1938. Page-327

THE FEET OF THE DIVINE MOTHER O TO besom a path for the Mother To a welcoming-place apart,— Road running, meant for no other, Straight to the heart. Be Her light footfall a token Of a Stillness fraught with Grace ; Keep the truth ward prayer unspoken Her sandals trace. Not solely Heaven descended But earth up flowers to God Each where Her heaven-attended Silence trod. September 20, 1934. Page-82

RESPONSE THEREis a motion and a sense Of permanence When the rune of the dome has wildered the gloaming— Till thelast echo of moon-song wavers dim through the dawn-chant immense. Still stars that hint, glint and quiver In the churning river Of sea-surge wending shore wards and lending Earth-life to immortal spheres, fleeting sparks to the Fire Giver ! Midst myriads a mere transient wave Borne to one grave,— Passion or thought of a man its life-league spanning Ebbs back to ocean of Form, oncoming souls to enslave. Mirror-clear went each wave that knew the sky ; To it drew nigh The mirrored orbs who spoke, bequ

THE LAST SYLLABLE HUSHED hearkening for the footfalls of the Sun Before the dawn-note nears ; Peering down ways Eternity may run On infant feet of years ; Surmise of gladness beyond the further hills, Of proud-swung peals unheard : Earth saved by the last syllable that fills The time-span of the Word. October 4, 1936. Page-206

TILL I HAVE COME THE raft of hope will cross the lonely day, No ship, no shore in view. But sails of dream shall thrust me far away Till I have come to you. Trance, and a whispered wandering of waves Over the level sand ; Most quiet tones my own deep hunger craves Are spoken near at hand. What if the light be shadowy and dim ? —I see your face once more ; Set free of sorrow, endure the dissolving rim Of the imperishable shore. March 9, 1938. Page-305

FIRST GLIMPSE SPLENDOUR in the penury of night ; All this everlastingness of light ; A dole of leaven hid within the meal ; The vivid disarray that woodlands feel As trim dead Winter steals away On the first warm spring full day. All outward heaviness of Death Made nought by one sweet cowslip's breath, Though love be the glint of a cowslip-flame That on the heels of winter came, No time can from these ears drive out Its golden-clamoured fairy shout, No swathing custom reave these eyes Of that sun-miracled surprise When on an elfin ridge of earth They saw Love's fire-bloom spring

BENEATH THE PALACES OF NOON TELL me the rune word of the moon, A glittering key of sound Hid far underground Beneath the palaces of noon. There, deep below, moon-waters flow Between the ivory height Of unsealed solar light And earthward curdling banks of woe. Surely the lotus of wisdom may float One arm's length out of reach From earth sorrow-beach Petal-perfect, silvery remote. . September 23, 1934. Page-87

THE SEAMLESS ROBE Earth is wounded With deep gash Filled with the briny flow Of narrow seas and wide seas Whose anguished billows dim the, ash That heaven's breezes charged with glow. Earth is sunken In the main of air, Whose storm breakers thunder Through her soul in frenzied Moods of anger or despair— And lightning blades her strength asunder. But ever guarded By this living globe In the unpierced tenuity Of rapt ionosphere Is the untroubled Beauty, the seamless robe Woven on wide-loomed Eternity. June 10, 1935. Page-131

VAIN SIMILITUDES WIDE ocean, quivering of wings, The first star-glow in a quiet sky Bequeathed by sun to planetary kings And way wodes of an untold galaxy,— Orts and similitude's of Love Whose calm is wider than all sea: To trace that joy would wings throb fast enough ? Could star-tossed thought attain His mystery ? March 13, 1936. Page-169