FULL-OPENED FLOWER O THOU white undazzling splendour, Quiescent moon, Renew thy sway upon our life-tides ; Let it be soon. O thou white silence of the night skies, Bestow thy peace ; Wind thy cold flame on every thought-way, Give heart's release. Through rhythmic cycles of thy spring What culminant hour Blooms now when shadows drop defeated, Full-opened flower ! Full Moon, June 16, 1935. Page-132

YOUNGLING CRESCENT THE youngling crescent of the moon, Joy's signature on Siva's brow,—' All that the silences allow From the spear swift hurling sound When the midnight mirrors noon And the shadow-cliffs resound,— A slender gleam and silver arc Of knowledge ' twixt the dark and dark, A snake uncoiling from the ground Unearthly body wisdom-bright, Evoking from the eld of night The frozen music of the moon. Full Moon night, May 1933. Page-33

ECHO-DUMB EMERALD water, snow-white foam, And running waves.... Fathoms down .the mermaids comb Sun-gold hair in sombre caves. Above, the wrestling water-surge. Loud breakers' fall. . . . All cries in nether hush immerge, And echo-dumb the Caverned wall. Din is drowned in depths of green : O'er shadowy lawn Drifting gape-mouth fish are seen, A fingery crab, a phantom prawn. December 3, 1936. Page-246

FREE IT is not true That friendship is a common bloom to pluck at will. If I knew Within what valley or wood, or on what plain or hill, Such blossom grew. I should be free—that flower would pluck me from all ill. May 18, 1938. Page-326

THE FUTURE DREAM-STEADY dot of welkin light, Serenest star, Pale dewdrop cm the hills of night No after-droughts may mar. Thou gazest on pure truth of things. Intrepid star, And spreadest spirit-laden wings Where all bright pinions are. The shafts of Death go wide their mark, Unvanquished star, Still shining through our mortal dark, Woundless, without scar. O ranger with unshackled limbs, O unspent star, Thy puissant joy no sorrow dims, No shades of wan hope bar. Be foretaste of some richer time, Prophetic star, Hold, harbinger a fairer clime Lapp

IN THE DIN OF DEAF WHEELS REVOLVING FAR from lean-acred living Death's empire grows, Nor his liegemen made poorer by giving,— Pity not those. Beyond the mount of striving Calm's valley flows, And her dwellers compete not in thriving— Pity not those. In the din of deaf wheels revolving Confusion stows Earthmen ; nor find they absolving : Then pity those. May 14, 1936. Page-190

" THE PROBLEM OF GOOD " CAN a shadow cast a shadow or an echo give new sound Or the ebb tide shrink still further or the full moon wax more round ? Or withered flower droop sadder— Or madmen rave yet madder Or earth-hood's evil Powers be more securely crowned ? If hoof-prints do not' show upon the sand, If axe-doomed tree resist the woodman's hand, Then may Good Will have hope to do the thing it planned ! But is the stream engendered more lofty than the spring ? Or could the sling-stone's hurtling have sped from an unnerved sling ? Or might the songbird's brood Fly forth if Love eschewed Vigil and food-finding and life-enlisted wing ?

PROMISE A SKY swept free of cloud ; Trees whose true guise of growing Stayed, through all tempests blowing, Root fast and un cowed ; Headland of rock that' braved All through the hurl of winter Buffets that rive and splinter From sea-might, million-waved. Drawing near of sun despite Serried griefs dim-shrouding, Then to silver glory prouding Dawn-sky forestowed with light. October 12, 1934. Page-90

A BARREN SOLITUDE DARK pine trees soughing by the lakeside, A steel-grey sky above, A tilted slope of hills upended— Too steep for Love. Around dark mirror of the waters Gauntly the high hills frown, Framing a harsh bleak sky reflected Where all loves drown. No mellow fruit finds room afforded Nor any golden wheat ; Sour, shallow, rock-swayed roods betoken Love's defeat. Here soul—if any soul be prisoned— Were phoenix, not paired dove : Sole-Seen its image—found no other Shape to love. March 3, 1936 Page-162

THE BUILDER OF ETERNITY Where are the shadow-builders of old time ? No strength they found to hold out in the days Of battering Eld : they fawned upon each clime ; Their fickleness forswears, their paltering betrays. From Love the flexile will, the stubborn swerve, —Dream archetype remaking evermore The life within, evoking, curve on curve, Firm towers beneath whose feet the withered eras February 16, 1938. Page-299