DAWN-RISE OVER SEA FINALE comes to thoughtful night's superb Slow symphony, not meant for mortal ears ; (These can but sense sea-sighings, listeners' tears, The whispered undertones of tree and herb, Plaudits of frog, brief scufflings that disturb.) From sky-vast score sheet graven by the years Slowly each jewelled star-note disappears, Darkened by light which longer will not curb Long gathering eagerness to limn the red And golden dado over eastern sea ; Then—heralding noon's opening far ahead— Peeps up a crimson tip of peony. Young day, a well-knit youth, swings up the skies, Known by soft vo

THE EVER-INSISTENT TAKE up your pen, O Man, Write on the book of earth : , " Beginning less I ran On through increasing worth. There was a page of wonder, Then many empty of joy,— The castings-up of plunder, Of skills that I misemploy Beyond the smoking cities, The callous pomps of war, Still troubling were the ditties Of the better days before— How hate was still nurtured by love, And the lies were the shadows of truth : Where were Death save there live things enough, What were Eld uningrafted on youth ? Those towers that ring Perfection No vista

WEAVING THEIR TRANCE-WHITE MEASURE THE banners of silence are drifting On the sound less winds of the world : And the dint of day is lifting ; With dream are the wont-ways pearled. With a lift of feathery silence The dream-steps of Laelia glide Into the heart of the gloom-stead Washed by a shadowy tide Where the waves of the darkening moment Beat time to a drowsy tune, Weaving their trance-white measure Under the moon. May 23, 1937. Page-282

TIMESCAPE WILLOW and rowan and alder at the mountain river side whose rocks, below their wavering arch, in gullies of gloom the mossy horsemen ride. And outpost-isles loom balder because no shadows hide their boulders bleached by day's-breadth parch amid the foams hot silver-chanting glide. November pads her pillow with thoughts no bough may keep after the year's-end Lethe flood dismemoried all the trees and gave them sleep : ' twixt rowan stems, and willow, chill starbeams creep ; through skulls of last year cones that stud the alder-crest the clams of winter seep. By yesterfreshet's leavings the withy wands wer

...THAT LIGHT-WASHED SKY IS NEAR IN this hush might float away Dust and dross, Ascent be won from weight of clay, From pain and I6ss. Light the incense tapers here ; Bow the head : Dream that light-washed sky is near. Self's barrier dead. Dawn-poise is on east, north, and west: Exultant south Holds calm within a glowing breast. On lovekissed mouth. November 3, 1938. Page-331

THE LIGHT WHICH INTO DARKNESS CAME WITHIN the folded wings of Night Away beyond the stars, Beyond all sorrow and delight Or this that aids or that that mars, The Sentinel of sworded flame Upbeareth evermore The Light which into Darkness came And hath no cleft nor any flaw. April 21, 1938. Page-320

WHEN DREAM AND FLESH ARE ONE HAVE any seen the lotus dawn Far out on the ravelled, sea, Whole, with no flaming petal torn By winds of futurity ? On marshes glimpsed in living cirque Flamingoes of new light, Before day's mounting din shall irk And drive them off in flight ? Or guessed in brightness fugitive Hints of far other Sun Whose ruby-fingered rays will live When dream and flesh are one ? May 17, 1936. Page-193

AS A MOONBEAM FLIES THE silken web of the moon Is fallen on the sea : Silence bereaved set free An old and a new tune. Swing slow, swing low. Gently your pinions lifting. Swing low, swing slow, Starlight your pinions sifting. Swing slow, swing low, Silent and moonwardly drifting. From this moon so nearly full Gaze upon crescent earth Sad children of lunar dearth Fain would pull. Swing by, swing nigh, You are an earthbeam here. Swing nigh, swing by, Scatter earthshine from your hair. Swing by, swing nigh, On deadness and shadowscape drear. Starkly that silver tomb Esc

A KNIGHT WITH KNITTED BROWS RODE SLOWLY ON a white horse a knight with knitted brows Rode slowly down the leafy glades of Time : " The Alchemy of Latmos and the sleeping spouse Of Her, transmuting lovely to sublime.... Enskied Endymion who by sheer excess Of mortal harmony outgrew his fears Of finite's death and sadness—Enskied no less Than that fair Queen in music-maddened spheres." October 7, 1936. Page-209

AT SIX OF THE CLOCK WHEN EVENING COMES AT six of the. clock when evening comes Up the dale, down the dale echo the drums ; Flutings are heard from the depths of the vale, Bugle note's silver and fairie fife wail. And a flicker of elves with sandals of gold Are threading with laughter the shadowing world Till scarves are awhirl—on their filmy gauze, Mothlike, a moon-trance stillness pours. April 8, 1936. Page-182