"....HAVE LIGHTED FOOLS THE WAY TO...." IF days were arches leading down to you, If nights were portals opening one by one On some far meeting with the shape of you, O bounteous earth, no as kings more ; for I have done. Yet even niggard earth can sunder less, Should worse befall : your words my heart obeys ; The dust of that fools' pathway I could bless For a dream untroubled by the stars' indifferent gaze March 13, 1938. Page-308

MOHANA (A MIDNIGHT RAGA) HEAR the moon ring Sorrow's knell (Listen to her silver bell), Through the mind and through the heart Sound like sword-blade shadows part. Dark's misdeeming put to flight, What espy by songcraft light ? Prester's realm, or the uncharted lea— Pentexoire and Femenye ? Swift as arrow cleaves to goal Music flings from pole to pole— Earth from aeon-depth of trance Silvered forth to utterance. December 26, 1935. Page-141

BARRIERS NO, these are rags of the departing Night; They speak no more the truth of I and thee ; They'll come as phantoms of their vanished might, And as false dreams at the" edge of knowing flee. When I am nothing, that the rays of dawn May pass unhindered on their flight to thee, And when all merged in silences that yawn Before the echoing cliffs of birdcall, we Shall dream no more the differing adverse thing, But now look forth upon the crested sea Foam-white in clear dawn, and hear the tall wave fling The sovran music of that victory. February 20, 1938. Page-301

UNATTAINED THE bleak hills of separation rise Between the one spot greatly longed for And the not longed for, bitterly present fact. Absence and here ness and to-day, The lifeless monstrous mound of this, this 'actual,' Unterminate, infructuous existence ; While there, like rareness sought in pilgrimage for healing, The separation overcome, The influence that makes oasis not a desert, The so long hoped for, deeply craved, and ever more unbelievable journeys' end. November 21, 1936. Page-239

THE SOLAR RACE-TO-BE O THOSE unburied dead By whom the first word is said, And the last,.... and all between : Comes now a spectral power, In their most arrogant hour, Dreaming to life the thing that might have been ? So may they, girt with pride, As a doomed iceberg ride On this great sea of lewth : In their own falsehood penned Utterly meet their end, Probed mockingly by Spring-warm waves of truth. They hated comely things, Misprized the love that brings Beauty and Strength and Calm...... Love gave the New Race light: Singingly they dight His breast with myrt

ABSOLVED, MADE WHOLE BY THAT BEAUTY BEAUTIES are allwhere fading ; Rain-misted the April blue : O star within a bubble, O rose in a drop of dew ! Endlessly filled is the graveyard ; All our living is centred by lack : Every string of the lute will be broken, And the lamp will fast wane into black. There are gods in the living ether And they feast on the nectar of joy : Star-crowned is their life, with no dimming ; And their roses no shadows destroy. Absolved, made whole by that Beauty I would pour the senses' wine, Offer truth in their glittering temple And love in their

MEMORY OF APRIL THERE are shadows on the pathway in the wood And a tracery of greenness overhead ; In ecstasy the glistening cherry stood— Her petal-hidden boughs with April sun spray wed. Joy-burnished-is the air ; the autumn sod With green flame of Dog's Mercury is lit-— What raptured air drift from the torch of God By the slow splendour of the Spring hath lighted it ? June 9, 1935. Page-130

A DESERT VALLEY HIGH in the middle air The vultures hang. Here earth draws, back its lip, With sandy gums laid bare And naked fang...... Swiftly three vultures dip. Cloudless and steely-blue The merciless sky Grudges one timid gust Of pity to break through. Here only fly Primeval greed and lust. October 31, 1936. Page-229

TO BOBBY ON READING OF "AN AESTHETICAL APPENDIX TO THE VISHNU PURANA WHEREIN IT IS LAID DOWN THAT A GOOD PICTURE CAN BE USED FOR THE FULFILMENT OF ONE'S DUTY (DHARMA) AND THE ATTAINMENT OF LIBERATION (MOKSHA).... FOR THE COMPANIONSHIP OF AN OBJECT THAT SPEAKS BEAUTIFULLY IN ANY OF THE ACCENTS OF BEAUTY.. WILL RELEASE THE INDIVIDUAL .. FROM THE BONDAGE OF UGLINESS INTO THE FREEDOM OF BEAUTY IN FEELING, THOUGHT AND ACTION." THE ancient writings found a picture holds Transmuting power and frees forth out of clay Some finer Flame that, earth returning, moulds The gross desires and conquers them for Day. Thus doth cleansed air and loveliness of Light Su

NIGHT SHADOW-SILENT is the sky : Teeming earth, a muted cry Sends but whispers down the breeze. Shadow-pinioned glide the hours ; Slumber-freighted lie the flowers'; Silent listeners are the trees. Star-engirt the heaven's pole ; Horned moon seeks westward goal; Day's quaffed wine cup holds but lees. Surging thoughts have ebbed away ; Passions wane ; and spirit sway, Girt with Silence, out-tops these. June 7, 1935. Page-129