HOUR OF MOTH-FARE SHE walked within the hush of fading half-light, Silence was round her like a crystal globe, She crossed the terraced lawns at the hour of moth-fare ; And moth-white over the dimness gleamed her robe. Day was far-stricken in hours and minutes, And the grey aftermath grew into dark, While out of soft skies of a June vigil Empyreal light sifted spark after golden spark. December 9, 1936. Page-249

THE HIDDEN ROSE INTO the clear sky Where no moon grows, Like smoke wends up the cry Of earthly woes. Up through the shrouded bars Where the stream fors lows Shine forth imprisoned stars Of heaven's repose. Round hidden point of rest Loveliness goes, Swirling hues will end our quest, Regain The Rose. March 15, 1936 Page-170

JAN 28 ,1938 ..........Above the flaccid yellow leaves The new grass grows ; And emeralds coyer that too beaten track Long winter froze. Again the thought clouds race upon the sky Of tranquil blue ; And everywhere the joys of nesting birds Come welling through. Beyond the last horizons of despair A dream has laced The grey aloneness and the empty groves Of ashen waste. Page-290

FROM THE DUSKY BORDERLANDS OF SLEEP FROM the dusky borderlands of sleep I'd come, not empty handed, But bearing strangely banded Odorous blooms whose vague recesses keep Echoes wheeling round— The faint imprisoned sound From soft-velvet-beating wings that sweep In pale moth-flight across the glimmering deep. Dream-fragrances and patternings of trance Where the rich-jewelled pinions gravely dance In that un hastening flight Into the dim delight Woven out of the gloom Upon the starry loom Of Night. April 18, 1936. Page-185

SONG IN WINTER SILVER mist of April shower, Primrose -pale and cuckooflower, Blossoms agleam with a magical power Rosy and white on the crab-apple tower. Foxglove red and campion see, Foamy tuft of elder tree ; Poised o'er the pool mid the drone of the bee Kingfisher trance on the willow-root knee. Twilight blue of ripening sloes ; Saffron-bright the birch leaf glows ; Back in his lair let the dormouse doze Dreaming of cornfields and white hedge-rose. Spring may peep from winter's edge— Coltsfoot stars the terrace ledge, Catkins aswing on the high hazel hedge,

NOTES BY THE AUTHOR TOPAZ AND SAPPHIRE AND RUBY [Page 7] The golden yellow of Topaz=The principle behind manifested Life. The blue of Sapphire=Light (in the sense of the awakening into activity of the limitless Divine Consciousness : as in Gen. I. 3-5, " And God said, Let there be light : and there was light. .. And there was evening and there was morning one day."). The Ruby represents, in our terrestrial existence, what is fully achieved in a super-terrestrial Love which—unlimited and undimmed by the conditions of earthly existence—is symbolised by the spotless purity and dazzling glory of Diamond. The late " Alan Leo,

WHITE BIRD WHITHER, O Bird all white, with ever increasing speed Do you skim like an arrow of morning the Burden less Archer decreed On its track to the infinite target as a Thought ever fain of the Deed ? Bright though the track of the morning, huge though the target loom, Perfect the Thought of the Thinker, yet may prevail the gloom ? Dark be the quenching of daytide ? Arrow-tips rust in the tomb ? O running of Light in the Silence, O silvery morning star, May the Dawn be the wordless answer Of a beauty no loss can mar. December 30, 1937. Page-286

IN WORLD 'THE inward shining of the star Is lovelier far ; . The in furled glitter of the moon Is a silver noon Of living radiance and calm majesty. On coral strands of ecstasy Untroubled spray Weaves rainbow garlands from the foam Of waves that comb In melody of that song-quivering Day. May 14, 1935. Page-121

THE HARBINGER THERE is a harbinger divine Behind the whirlwind wrack Whose eyes with utter calmness shine, Whose feet will shrink not back. To rally the defeated ranks Of Truth-upholders, he Sans praise or guerdon, fame or thanks Has blazed futurity,— Sublime, indifferent, aloof Or one or million sways, And ponders not on whose be hoof The outcome lucre pays. Though most may die in battle's thick Serene from following Truth-arbiter where all was trick And greed wrought everything, Some few shall breathe the untainted air, Watch in a world made new T

OVER MIND-WORLD OF THE GODS IF all the stars were grapes that I might pluck We'd fill that goblet where no shadows twine, Not with sublunar fitfulness of wine, But with the golden ichor of the Blest,— That nectar which Tyndarian brethren suck, Castor and Pollux, whose comrade feet have pressed High paths too hard for wavering mortal zest Where no vows dwindle nor mutual loves decline. Still grant, O Shining Ones, our lives may bear The cup of unflawed light, soul harmony, Pellucid diamond that spreads no shade ; There let the Wine of deathless gold appear, Distilled as themes of lov