INCHOATE THROUGH a white-grey dawn the waves come rolling Almost with no sound ; Pale and phosphorescent gleam from streaks of foam On a far-stretching waste of waters. Like faltering steps of a young child, Trickles and drifts of air are felt— There is neither calm nor steady breeze, While tentative light glimmers in vague skies : The teeming star-blossoms dis petal one by one ; Night is everywhere momently withering into day. November 23, 1936. Page-240

FLOWING GREEN holm ; the rushy margin of a brook— A brimming trance-forgetfulness of Time, A burnished flow. Strewn petals of brooklime Lay on the stream. A wandering zephyr shook To dimples all that ecstasy of glass. Communing with the sky. The meadow-sweet Waved like a fragrant foam amid the grass And vague dim whirr of wing or insect's feet. March 25, 1938. Page-313

REJECTION WISDOM was a beggar maid Who brought a beechen bowl ; The fool bestowed much wealth he'd made— No shred nor ort of soul. Wisdom came upon a town Older than Nineveh, To find the folk fast pulling down Her throne, simplicity. Then priests a complex temple god In their vain image cast : But She still walked the ways unshod, Contemned and over passed. " Go gaze upon our lofty shrine, " They jeered at Her and yelled : One headlong rout of rushing swine Was all that She beheld. April 12, 1938. Page-317

DISCERNING I PUT out my hand and you will lead me Down the secret valley to a shore Thundered on by foam-spent former ages— Will the ship with a griffin beak be anchored as before? Someone loosed the cable of the present, Hoisted sail and steered the gleaming prow Through green-watered island-covered ocean— Landed on the coast—and cut the golden bough. Clear translucent leaves of golden glamour Wreathe the cloudy topaz of the fruit : What rune-encircled knife could safely sever From night's familiar grove that strangely dawning shoot ? November 20, 1934. Page-99

CITIES OF EDEN BEFORE a grey-white bank of mist, Shaped like a prison's wall, The guardians as of yore resist, Their fortress cannot fall. Across a blurred dissolving mist White pinnacles are seen,— Then shall the Future re-enlist The beauties that have been, And bring a white supremacy Of moon, a golden sun, Processional star majesty To cities half begun ? October 9, 1936. Page-213

THE DEBT SHATTER the manacles of self And set Love free, To leave no threat of dyke or delf 'Tween thou and me. And make the orts and shreds of Night, If Night must be, A nothing, through that single light I find in thee. As in the aftermath of storm Great calm we see, My ways reflect the zenith Form, Becalmed by thee. No hope to forge, through grateful gifts, Equality : I'd be the Gratefulness that lifts The spring to thee— One with the grey dawn's laugh that staves The dark from thee— Or surge with the golden-trance-lit waves

IMAGES O SPEAR of Love that great archangel wielded, O ship of Peace with that white sail unfurling, Speed, weapon-truth ; be Wrong no more beshielded: Glide on, O ship, through Time's all-hungry swirling. October 11, 1938. Page-328

PASSAGE A WHITE and alabaster colonnade, Lit by cressets deftly kid Column-high and in each nook Which the bats by night forsook. Ranged and ranked in double rows Plinth by plinth the long file goes From forgotten aeons dead To the unpublished days ahead. —All the thought-filled moods of man Down those flickering mind ways ran. May 15, 1935. Page-123

A GRIEFLESS MOVING AND UNTROUBLED STAR SOME bridges span .although they hold apart : Through gulf ' twixt earth and sun, from shore to shore The wavering "plumes of light made eager start— Time's load lay on-those wings whose Fate they bore. No bridge be woven out from soul to soul; In utmost freedom may he thrive afar,— Ungripped by alien words that seek control, A griefless moving and untroubled star. And may no dimness of mortality Delay the chosen wings of his delight, When others think of him and inly see The joy they wish him wend forth through the night. February 14, 193

TO BOBBY, AFTER HE HAD PROMISED A SNAPSHOT OF HIMSELF WROUGHT by pencil or by unthinking lens, A picture guards too well its midmost theme Of puissant soul enclayed. Nor shall the pens Of writers skilled in verse capture their dream In any cage of words, even though they face With bodily eye their dream's embodiment; For eyes of flesh dazzle to mark the place Where Truth's own light with rueful dust is blent. Whether your body's form or shadowy trace Of it be gazed upon, this heart will haste To lift toward Light's abode its groping prayer ; " Undying Beauty Who gleams upon the waste Of our mortality, pi