ECHOING VASTNESS FROM that height above the aeons Who down-peers ? Where is the bourne of spaced ness. The peak unclad with years ? Up to the naked summit, Where no leaf falls Of smiles, hours, months and all brief sadness, What echoing Vastness calls ? Mirage of sound in the dumbness ? A mingled speech Woven from dream for a tribe's atoning ? Or a God within our reach ? January 2, 1938. Page-287

LATE TWILIGHT AND SOME MUSIC PERFUME too faint to stir the chords of dream—, The sough of tiny waves from pearl-grey sea—, Lustres of day, as pollen stains a bee, Curdle the air to an opaline shadow-shot gleam. Then, every furthest fibre being at rest,— The gates of inner hearing opened wide,— Bars of clear music through grey stillness glide, Raising a rhythm-sun, regoldening the west. Glamour of Schubert, ring after golden ring Widen—and the heart with them—to far other clime, A sovran Beauty no more at odds with Time, And the being's adoring that will gain bright plumage, puissant wing.

TO LAELIA WHEN the long tresses of the dusk will drop And sinuously sweep through languid air, A lone star lingers by the cedar-top— The-one gem throbbing in your glamorous hair. An outstretched hand is filled with darkening space ; It finds no warm and myrtle-twined hair That shades the lilied round ure of your face And binds Arabian odours on the air. " Bequeath in dream the pallor of her face And that rich darkness,—redolent of myrrh,— Which is for one proud jewel a trysting-place : O Potnia Nux, a dole of dream confer. One boon conferred, I will forego each flame Of all thy star

ASSIGNATION DRAWING too quietly, the woven nets of sleep Had borne me far and far from shores of day Unwitting, till over the grey surge of a ship less deep A reef-girt island lifted plumes of spray. Born from the womb of trance, my shadowy feet alight Beneath pale dunes that drift within a dream : And Silence was taking shape in a robe of drowsy white, And level brows beneath the dark hair gleam. March 14, 1938. Page-309

GIVER AND FORGIVER SHALL slow oblivion, only, quell the past And hurl with unconcern both good and ill To sightless Limbo—lust and godlike will To indecipherable ruin cast ? Then each new time too well must match the last; The frame of days with former bane refill; The hands that clutch at good be empty still— No haven found—tired feet held quagmire-fast. How shall the new thing greatly come to pass ? How piling debts yield zero for their sum ? From dream-inchoate hope could harvest come— Ablaze with forms divine, be mind set free— And soul's bright gold shine through the perished brass ? Giver an

GENESIS (Suggested by Baudelaire's Payssage) ACROSS the sea a vision fled With fluttering wings ; and overhead The invisible ultimate Supreme Above the token towers of dream In a builder's sleep did countervail The shadow-pull of earthdom pale. Then rose with hieratic grace The massy grandeurs of that place That men call Nineveh. Across the sea a shadow fled With painter-like precision led To the unrest of one square inch North-eastward on the sapphire squinch Crowning the stillness of a fane Where timeless echoes seem to gain, Beyond the brabbling rush of tears And efforts of

NEW-RISEN MOON'S ECLIPSE HARSH like the shorn head high of a gaunt grey-hooded friar Who fearsthe beauty and use of sculptured limbs (Brandingthe sculptor-archetype a liar), O moon but lately risen from the foam where the sea-mew skims— Form that a wan light cassocks, grace that a tonsure dims. Joy that the leaden curse is rolled away to leave the golden Tresses of earth-transforming gramarye Whereby our wildered flesh-fret is enfolden— O fair as the foam-fashioned goddess that awoke from the wonderingsea, Love with the earth-shroud lifted, star from the shade set free ! Full moon, March 1932 Page-20

GUNVANT'S FRIEND WISHES TO DREAM OF HIM SMILING end golden-hearted, Gunvant came With' a width of sturdy shoulder And well-knit frame. I gazed upon friendly eyes, Upon dark brown hair, And the sunshine became more golden, More rich the air. He has carried that wealth by his going To a dim far place ; Never hand has the joy of his handshake. Never eye of his face. And I would that this tindery heart From the flints of sorrow Should capture a dream-spark of Gunvant For memory's morrow. May 8, 1938. Page-324

FOR THOSE BRIGHT FIELDS OUT beyond the watch towers of the morning Silence waits Where that gnarled old thorn tree blossoms whitely And guards the gates Gramarye has founded here her frontier ; White and green Is the jade-built wall where foam-bright-blossomed Trees are seen. Emerald-acred sward so safe enfolding, The ramparts run Lordlily amid the laneway cleaving Shade from sun. There the sky is never fierce or sullen ; Blueness wields Sway of tearless dancing-tide and singing For those bright fields. April 9, I936 Page-183

ONE VACANT NIGHT WAKEN to the silent moon Under an empty sky ; The flood of sun-dawn cometh soon, And moon will dim and stars will die. Now earth has got no speaking voice And sky's bereft of thought, And no things grieve, no things rejoice, While none are sold and none are bought. The barrenness of silver light Is old beyond our dream ; All being is one vacant night ; There is but that—and clouds that seem. April 20, 1938. Page-319