SEARCH SEVEN lights set in the sky ; Search, search them out; Drink from a Golden Chalice That puts an end to drought. The infinite stairway spirals From midnight's heavy dun Shadows, beyond the dawn's rim To noon-enthroned sun. Speeding through clear bright aether Go feet that cast no shade ; Though the footsoles throng on the gleampath No phantom of sound is made. I would tread on the aether's truth way With a footsole empty of weight, And soundlessly fare through that star world To the living Solar Gate. November 7, 1938. Page-332

HIERATIC (SYMBOLS OF THE INNER VITAL WORLD) UNDER the amethyst tree In a cavern of ocean Pale limbs of the daughters of the sea Weave their mystical motion. There was no rumour from the land Of reef's wave-grapple : Their leader shed from her right hand The gleam of a ruby apple. Each other moon-pale maid Bore, heaped and mellow, Pomegranates carved from lunar jade On topaz salvers yellow. No date for steps they dance, For song no dimming ; Time will reive not their beauty but enhance Joy's glyph those feet are limning. November 17, 1934. Page-96

A CLOUDY DAWN GREY skies : the limb of ocean olive-green ; While wind-blown plumes of coco-palm are seen In silhouette against the sea and sky. The jet-black birds weave with their raucous cry Intricate patterns through the sunless air. Through smouldering shroud grown momently more clear, A phantom sun makes gestures to appear. January 20, 1936. Page-145

SEA DAWN SMILING, with gracious mien Usha comes (Eastward cloud-banners lean— And sea-wave drums), Treading Her twilit path To summits of day (All of night's aftermath Fades fast away). Winning Light's victory Her sun-kissed feet Beckon unceasingly (The sea-drums beat), Gleam to the earth-bound Through spaces of mind, Token a Freedom found No shadows bind. November 13, 1936. Page-234

SHADOW-SUBDUING WHO would live in the hut of twilight Under the cliff of Dark, . Or watch the veering from grey to white And the first day-kindling spark ? When the sky is rife with rumour of dawn And the red wine is spilt in the East, The night is a raiment that earth has outworn— And stint is o'erladen and Truth is increased. March 31, 1937. Page-281

TO BOBBY WITH shanks of shadow tailing off its flight The heron, Day, wings far into the west : As days before that one by one alight Beyond our shadow-shine, seeking a nest . In the vague heronry of backward Time. With slow and peaceful wings trokes Day departs : Far off the sun-birth and the upward climb Of Light that now has settled in our hearts. Some circles have wide radius and some In a small distance can be traced complete : But over each alike the tracings come Back to the opening mark. Even so we meet (If Light must answer Light) two, three days hence,— Or years perforce,—checked b

UNVEERING LIGHT ACROSS unmoving lake A mirror theme Of swans with white wing- arches take Their endless dream. Poise-perfect is the set Of lunar-bright Pinions of trance where silence met Unveering light. October 21, 1936. Page-222

A SULTRY NIGHT THE stars are swallowed up by dark, No night birds call— Not yet the flickering .thunder-spark, The heavy raindrop-fall. Far, far away coolness and breeze Delight and soothe, Whose phantom memories here tease Limbs too weak to move. April 24, I936 Page-187

THE MIRROR-LAKE WITHIN THE HEART (To Gunvant) IF words were told till even with the waves That we viewed hastening, shadow-soft, to shore. They'd leave unbuilt the bridge our spirit' craves And doom us ever sundered as before. Though we should thrust our Babel tower nigh heaven, Unwearied—like those waves—pile phrase on phrase. For our dull dough of world we'd find no leaven Nor live within the blessedness we praise. Then rather should our idle speech be still; One utmost Silence that hath never erred Let all our being hearken, far apart From anxious thought and m

SOULSTEAD IN the core of this shadowy world A shadow less place Where Sorrow's dark wings are unfurled, Banished Death's trace. Pinions of sheer delight Conquer pain ; Self-subsistent Light Comes again. Shifting and sunder hood This cannot mar ; Quenchless, unriven stood Love's single star. How manifold disguises Teemed from the One : Loaned iterance suffices— Till the play is done. February 22, 1934. Page-51