TO BOBBY AFTER DESCRIBING THE MOTION OF A SNAKE I HAVE seen Snakes with sinuous bodies move— Their beauty's worship loomed up through a glass Of cold inhuman fear. Gathering love From such fine throng of friends, your moments pass To leave a swift companionable stir Of kindred pulse, a calmness and a cloud As the keen breath of Sweet Gale, Broom and Fir On hills where the plovers wheel and cry aloud. I felt the shadow of this Beauty fall Troubling the heart with gratefulness, and awe, And straining hope, and deepest shame for all Past deeds unshapely. Hallowed be Her law : S

LESBIA TO HER GIRL SLAVE THOSE are too fierce, they mock my fading prime Rubies of passion—and amethyst desire— Emerald un withering, a bitter gibe of Time,— Shall these be my attire ? Bring them no longer, and let no diamond flash In locks that my Catullus cannot see ; His sapphire eyes mere unimploring ash : Take sapphires far from me. But set a few pale opals in my hair To entwine the autumn rays with watery flame, Or hue less jade, idle as moon's despair, Heedless to joy or shame. November 24, 1936. Page-241

MOON-SCRIPT NOW all nearer things are vanished ; Wonted shapes leave empty air : Thankfully I Find me banished From the worldly thoroughfare. Garishness the moon-thrill plunders : Hosting billows glide to shore— Waves that break in phantom thunders. Sands which feel no footprint-score. Drowsy pinions whitely winging Smoulder dimly past the strand, Visionary trance-light bringing From some strange remoter land. Past the "me" and past the " other " Let the questant farer speed, Wilder grow the foam way smother, More weird the moon-script he must read. March 8

ASSIGNATION WHEN the new day dawns and the shadows flee Over the western hills, Leaving the ground that the glebesman tills Timelessly stark and uncle wed of Night's majesty, Has Time a fairer robe For this ensea'd and rock-ribbed globe Than darkness-woven star-cloth and moon-brooch of ecstasy ? Twilight is a whispering forest closed To the cities of the mind : The mountain of full day has left behind Those lesser levels where the Seer dozed In the hazed unsilent air— Only the Spirit's peaks can bear The solemn rapture of that Calm, that Vastness unopposed. June 28, 1934. Page-76

WINGS FAR and far is the turquoise sea Where under a sapphire sky Only the dream-drenched travellers be : And the wings of brightness fly. 1 Odorous forests are swaying there And the winds are a perfumed sigh— Balsam and frankincense and myrrh— Where the wings of healing fly. Only for joy the young deer run Or in glades of greenness lie ; On their fallow flanks is a spilth of sun : And the wings of Morning fly. September 20, 1937. Page-283

MOON'S FULFILMENT THE undiminished moon weaves threefold spell. A month of phantoms Mars or Mammon serve ; Yet, falsehood-freed in this true-centred curve, Of Falsehood's motley empire ring the knell ! Two weeks' unvanquished growth can swiftly quell Grave's insolence, englobes with living fire Whatever haunts decay and darkness hire— Triumphant Life by crescent pictured well ! Eight days ago Sorrow from lonely cell Cried for completion 'cross the skies : but here Lover with loved make one un severed sphere Of seamless Beauty, joy's clear citadel. From phantoms freed—and death—might we possess The life o

LIFT THE STONE BEFORE the chronicles of time began Or sundering space her canopy unfurled, The uncreated Over-Thought had plan Itself to lose—self-offered, form a world. Smooth as untrodden snow the gleaming Host, Fraught with all history, ringed by opal pyx, Shone through eternity rays innermost On all symbolic forms that intermix Silence of Heaven with lisping speech.  God takes His very substance that from Beauty came ; Then with world-urging power He freely breaks The bread that builds the fabric of His Name. Seven great realms the fragments make : and we In meanest dust may touch Divinity.

" LET THE WHITE LIGHT DESCEND " DESCEND, O whitely radiant, Unclouded shine : Be uttered thoughts Thy temple-garth, Hearts' hush Thy shrine. Wind with Thy unsullied light The topmost hills, Nor yet forbear till luminous peace Each valley fills. A fragrance and a dawn-fresh splendour On newest bough From ancient tree of world's aspiring Blossoms, is Thou. A troubled and uncertain darkness Enwraps the sea, Till the silver silence of the moon-song Pronounces Thee. April 20, 1936. Page-186

TIME'S RELEASE MYRIADS of purple grapes, Rain falling, the ancientness of trees — Giant boles with bushy branches crowned. How soon the sad soil gapes ; And of wine but bitter lees Remain—and of the boles, dun peaty ground. But somewhere nectar flows Of the unmixed joy ; immortal springs The Shadow less River by the fadeless groves. There, life's rhythm goes On feet untiring ; fearless wings Speed unveering to their haven loves. February 22, 1936. Page-156

CHILDREN OF THE SUN [A descriptive title that has come into use for the matriarchal people of Neolithic times whose barrows are still preserved on chalk downs in England and elsewhere]. TAKE the road that runs across the down land. Leave the water meadows of the vale ; Death the Reaper there may make him merry, Here no greeds of weapon-dint assail. Though yon pliant earth obey the yeoman And this soil heap bare two inch of height, Hark the barrows reared by dread less races : " Trust and fair dealing deigned not to fight." March 10, 1936. Page-167