BACK TO SANITY WHITE with wandering snowflakes All the air is gay,. And this the soldiers' row breaks And sends the guns away. Look at the glittering bubble Or sheets of shining rain When April o'erleaps trouble And Spring has outstripped pain. Peer at a flicker of lightning, Hearken tothunder's game ; Forget the war-noose tightening, Paint out the Warlord's name. Only the narrowing lie hood, Unworthiest fear and greed Sanction the vampire spy hood, Send the cannon their feed. Wideness of sky as banner And Earth as the motherland,— Hurtle Good Sense as

ESCAPADE THREE fairies went aleaping Adown the glades of May ; They found a field mouse keeping A woodland holiday. Quoth they, " Where is your burrow ? Our gifts we would bestow." Quoth he, " In yonder furrow Where the yellow thistles grow." " Here's one puff ball for filling With the grey sow-thistle down, And a gossamer gramarye shilling Stamped with Titania's crown ; And we give you the wing of a cricket To winnow your store of grain." —Then they hastened away to their thicket And he never could find them again. But always the wing would sever The dross

IN THAT DIM PAGODA HIGH SlLVER bee on brooch of jade In this ebon casket laid, What taper fingers thrust you there, Put on the lid and turned with care The bronzen key as if afraid ? Though dream-poised by neck as bright As a lily built of light, Where his proud lips flashing red Kissed so very Time was bled Of scathful ichor, tarry flight ; Live those moments through again— Nimble joy with unthrift pain—, Let the lingering shadows lie In that dim pagoda high, Where caged cicadas chaunt their strain. June 5, 1935. Page-128

FROM GOLD AND RED AND BLUE CALM sky of liquid gold ; Indigo sea at eventide ; Tawny red on the desert side Of the red cliff aeons old. No- breathing thing on the land ; No fleck of foam on ocean's breast; An aureate sky that had gained its quest One vast silence spanned. Before the cradle Time Was framed or Space was fraught With uttering sublime From God's creative Thought, The mantra of this colour chime Was unreckonably wrought In all its sorcery of hue From gold and red and blue. September 20, 1934. Page-84

WHAT BURNING FRUIT IS BENDING THAT FAR BOUGH WHAT burning fruit is bending that far bough Vista'd athwart the littleness of earth ? There is no place for ease and joyance now ; Our reaping-hook is mocked by sheaves of dearth. Rinded with flame and aureoled with fear, The fruit of deity is ripening fast. Whose hands are pure to touch and find no sear ? Shall deathless fruit through mortal lips be passed ? January 6, 1937. Page-254

TOTALITARIAN NIGHT was closing on the traveller When he came To the empty eerie courtyard With no name. Loud he called ; no echo answered ; Nothing stirred : But a crescent moon swung wanly, White as curd. When he flashed his single sword-blade Through the gloom, None resisted—till he frantic, Filled with doom, Hurled his weapon through the gloaming, Took no aim ; Saw his likenesses around him Do the same : Viewed a thousand sword less figures Like his own— Then first knew in that cold starlight Hell, alone. October 11, 1936. Page-215 WHITE SIGNI

RESTORATION ALL space is cribbed, confined, Alf time abeggar's mite : There is a bitter rind No after-depths requite. Dustwhirl of galaxies. As a top, gathers and sleeps In swift tranquillities Of time-unwearied deeps. Error to Eden came, Drew from Eve's mouth Sweetness that changed to grame And lonely drouth And with rinded hardness First joined to the tree,— A symbol of this marred-ness, Strange hope of things to be. February 11, 1933. Page-30

"ELEVATION" (From Baudelaire) HIGH over glen, tarn, pool or chine, Hills, forest lands, cloud-ways, ocean foam, Beyond the ethers and the sun's tethered home And the last sphere-wall set with starry shine, My spirit skims ; as one who weds the sea And swims in tune with rhythmic waves of sleep, He sends a joyous furrow through the deep,— Vain mesh of words to snare such ecstasy ! Flee far away from fever-sullen places, O self; be rinsed of taint on heights divine, And quaff that pure, that quintessential wine Of clear fire filling the limpid spaces. Past this wearying bulk

IN THE CYCLE OF A DAY THE wide sable expanse of infinite skies From north to south is unfurled by giant hands : And a new moon is cradled in swaddling bands Somewhere beyond ; and the winds hush in surprise. As a flight of grey murmuring birds aswim On a mere of sky, darkness unharshens ; a shimmer and breath Phantom the air : a sun reddening from underneath Bend of the earth minutely forges to the brim. Very lightly the tree-tops in a summer breeze Wave their green plumes to the haze-rimmed sapphire sky : June is ablaze with meandering butterfly And bright lairs that bewilder the engrossed bees. The heron's un

MAHESHA (CHANGELESS ordainer of change, Where mutable lights Into whiteness and rest Are blended on pinnacle heights Of the sky-piercing range In measureless flights Of that stairway unsullied no footfalls of sorrow have pressed. Formless renewer of forms, Who, fetterless, destroying Bondage of Name,— Uplifter from alloying Taints, and shelterer from storms, Whose steps have measured earth's enjoying ; To thy raised foot the earth-delivered came. Aimless, yet knowing each goal,— As un frontiered Space Moves not at all, But centres in each place One instant effortless control ; Or as the pity finds Thy face