APPEAL TO THE ELEMENTS O LIFE too gracious for this common day (Saving the four lives linked with unlonely joy), With a dawn shining still my dreams employ, Piercing the haze of self with thy far-flung ray. O not on earth I guested with that boy, No bodily eye had viewed the sister's play O voice of Richard charmed these ears of clay Or fleshly fingers gathered up his toy. Ye fourfold Daemons guard the happy brood (Be they of sober daylight or of sleep) : Too separate Earth, let not thy dust obtrude, Marring and dividing—let them not weep Or sweat with desolating fear—nor heap Hate'

LANDSCAPE AND NO FIGURES DID you travel the leprechaun way From Leighin village,— Forgetting or sheep-dog's bark or horse's neigh Or irk of tillage ? Stiffly the Centaury plant And the Stag's Horn Moss Attend while the pauseless peewit's and crickets' chant A wild scorn toss. Dodder, by coral twine, Will grimly tether The smaller whin—gold-bloomed and with soft spine— To the bell heather. When butterflies brood on the sod, Or dreaming pass, Have they power in their wing-waft to set the blue scabious anod With the quaking grass ? Never was air so still, Or a day so blue, Yet the whole moor bowed

EVENFALL THE cloudless sky has burnished all the hours Across the hours the figured Afternoon Has passed, and in her wake the sultry flowers Of nenuphars have drowsed on the lagoon. Day's clamorous tide has ebbed far out along The golden shining sands of western sky ; Moments of quiet are threaded on a song— Softer than thistledown the sylphs go by. January 10, 1935. Page-112

AWARENESS O I would voyage among the nearer stars With those winged horses and their spirit cars That leave a luminous dust of glittering thought Amid the fabulous deserts of the Nought. Emptily vast is all that starlit room ; But when the winged commotion enters there, New light's un desolation threads the gloom Like comet's sunward tread with burnished hair. May 4, 1935 Page-119

TOPAZ AND SAPPHIRE AND RUBY OUT of a hazy stillness Softly the bird notes call : " Shatter your tired chillness, Stay not within the wall." Unicorns play through the morning, Phoenix is lord of the noon, Centaurs give delicate warning Under a huge red moon. Unicorn uncreated, Time may grow tired—not you ! For changes of rhythm are dated By the clang of your topaz shoe. Custom shall never confine you ; Tame less the sweep of your horn : Nor shall the future define you, Song of a world new born ! Shadow less splendour of heaven— Sapphire of endless extent; Eldest Day of

CONSTANCY IF setting suns were quenched for aye, Or gales could blow the stars away, Then scant un mindfulness of you Could prove my living thought untrue. As soon the bee forget the hive At heath ward flight or blossom-dive, As one his nectar-load not guide Again to your imagined side. May compass needle turn awry Or flame no longer scale the sky, Ere grate full nesses cease to wend,— Mine their heart way, you their end. May 29, 1935. Page-127

TO BOBBY, A RETROSPECT AND FORECAST GREEN fields of promise have been marred by hail, And half-grown fruit nipped by an icy breeze : But here, far from the insolence of these, Quieted their thunder-cras'h, their hurtling gale. Cradled by Spring, a smooth plot fenced apart Proffers foot-welcome to a sower's tread ; How may it foster most dear leaves that spread, Firm roots that delve from light grain held in the heart ? Hearken the sower. His footsteps are your own. Mine the smoothed ground where the hushed grains abide. Nor yours nor mine the seed—a heavenly loan, It finds mysterious growth, is multiplied,

FRONTISPIECE NEW country lies before me, The old is far away ; . New voices whiles implore me That I turn toward their Day. Toward their Day I'm turning— No other goal will guide—, To Its faint glimmer yearning I climb the valley side. Up valley side I clamber ; The mists are wearing thin ; In ecstasy of amber The sunrise pomps begin. The pomps begin, and glory Of purple and ruby gold Are frontispiece to story The far-glimpsed Hours enfold. May 15, 1936. Page-191

STARS MEN call you far. You are not far enough. For the beggar earth your, alms of holy love Drop through the consecrated night—consuminegfir. Deafness has mouths belying you as dumb. From some Deep beyond the deep your 'rhythms come Of Titan fingers wakening Truth's implacable lyre. The craven flee from the calm light of your eyes ; Drunken with darkness, how should they surmise Intrepid loveliness no haste, no weakness mars ? Bemusing the dim roof of vaulted space Consentient clouds of golden incense trace High homage of His Beauty from the enraptured stars. November 28, 1934.

TWILIGHT HUSH A FOREST of shadows gliding fast, Magnetwise, as drawn on by the sun For westerly waning sunset-goal— Zenith past, how eerily they run ! On paths that meander 'cross the sky, Gleam and bend cloud-centaurs from afar Moon-bow that is aiming, silver-taut, Arrows made of silence at a star. October 19, 1933. Page-40