SO SLEEP THE STRONG ROCK-HEWN cavern with a hundred mouths, Pillars of stubborn rock, long aisles between, Stillness and winnowed beauty from Time's threshing floor, Down those long vistas what new things are seen ? So sleep the strong and keep their guarded peace, Whilst gracious dreams from aisles of future Time Lean past the bars of Being, whisper their secret word, Yearn to be made rock.... In lapidate Sublime. November 6, 1936. Page-231

LIGHT COME down the level ways Of nightly dark,. Though Thou bring not all Thy rays, But one dim spark. But one dim spark suffice The tindery heart And all Fire's might entice And not depart. And not depart but keep That fiery mesh, Spun from the Sovran Deep For this poor flesh : For this poor flesh who yet Would change divine, Be sundered from all fret. Be wholly Thine ; Be wholly Thine and glow With limitless Light, Born from Thy Thought to grow Truth-meeting sight. February 19, 1936. Page-153

TO BOBBY BATHING FROM THE PIER WITH A GROUP OF FRIENDS TIME with winged sandals hastens on his way Then let the Morning's soft stealth of you :— But the eye's of Night, now rinsed with dew Hold dearer hoard, out of the scope of day. The brief bright noontide of a moment dims To evening, the last after-image fades, When, low to East, across deleting shades A moonrise shapes anew those dazzling limbs. How came the rhythmed rapture of the sea As power within such stalwart limbs that cleave The yielding waters ? How, athwart their heave, White arm outstretched, fingers shapely and long ?

STRANGE ENCHANTMENT ''THROUGH tranced hours the meadowsweet with summer-burdened plumes Had lulled the day to drowsiness—only the bee presumes To ripple through the stillness, as yonder dragonfly Will kiss the pool to dimples, then zoom toward the sky. In quiet mid-stream a lily fleet, new-launched by summer glee, Now slept becalmed beneath the boughs of one lone alder tree ; While like the youth Narcissus the brooklime on the marge Peered, blue-eyed, in the mirror framed by water-lily targe. From further bank rose willowherb and iris torch aglow — And spearmint, where the waterhen plied softly to and fro : Till these, with mazy motion

HEART FAILED AND THINKING NUMBED THE last blue wisp of earthsky Is overpast,, And every thwarting tie. Away is cast. Trackless and unplumbed The dazzling way ; Heart failed and thinking numbed At spring of Day Far wider than the heart's conceiving,— Richer than the thought's receiving,— Too lustrous-hued for prayer's believing,— Outsoaring scope of Timeshaft's cleaving,— More calm than Death, the tumult-reiving. January 6, 1937. Page-253

A COPPICS OF FIELD MAPLE AND SPANISH CHESTNUT SHAFTS of light pour trough the small young leaves Of Spanish Chestnut with long twisted grooves In every plinth ; a mire way trod by hooves Of kine meanders ; a gang from the hive bereaves Green-yellow maple flowers of sweet drops And of their fine loot worthy dust. Beyond Are slumbering fields that dream of autumn crops, And a willow-bordered newt-rife pond. March 18, 1938. Page-311

MID-VOYAGE ONE by one the earth-lights fail And the shores sink down, behind : The prow leaps on with a freshening gale Over the course assigned. I strain my eyes but cannot see The lofty coasts ahead, But still behold waves' sapphire glee And the sky with ocean wed, And lily-white foam on blue sea foil And the sail by breezes bent.... And sunsets like volcanoes boil, And the star host pitch their tent. Now anger stirs the up risen moon, For she argently strikes the waves And lures the prow with a silver tune To sky-rim goals or graves. March 23, 1936. Page-175

THE FARTHER SIDE OF MIRAGE TIME is a wilderness and Fancy sets Her mirage, far or near, to mock our dreams. Behold the desert marge the mind forgets, The waving fronds of palm, the gliding streams. The scented air, un canopied by cloud, Is thick with unimaginable themes. A groundswell paves the silence ; this the loud Wingbeats of Splendour trouble with golden gleams. Page-258

EVER THE AMPLER DREAM-DAY NEWLY woken day Build the un broken light, Sweep far far away Sullenness of night. Tumult of gold descending, Thou diapason bright, All our Darkness rending With melody of Sight. Ever the ampler Dream-day Spreading calm wings of flight Wafted through widening gleam-way On the peaks of the world will alight. March 6, 1936. Page-164

THE DIVINE SHAKTI COSMIC, TRANSCENDENT, INDIVIDUAL. SEND Thy pure cadences, O Mother Divine, To echo inly through the caves Of a deepening heart which knows itself for Thine. Play Thy moon-music on the quiet waves Of an ocean's wideness in the still soul, Where tidal waters wait Thy hushed control. Unsullied wisdom of gold which was thrice refined, Shine in the clear space of holy noon On all the upland hollows of the mind : May every shadow-harbouring thought be strewn With solar vastness and compelled To feel all fear and all self-limits quelled. Men have found Thee in wildness and the sharp-tanged ai