EXEMPT TO drop through a hole in the sky - Out of Space, Beyond all distance reckoned by Our earthly race. Into forgotten sea Of backward time Dive and swirl down unerringly To a fairer clime,— Finding some deep sea-cave, There to abide Till the last buffet and foam-wan wave Of Time subside. September 20, 1934. Page-85

ON READING IN A LETTER FROM ENGLAND . THE WORDS, "DO TELL ME WHO 'BOBBIE' IS? IS HE ANY REAL BOY ?" WHEN thought is nigh asleep at wane of day These words come wheeling round again un bid —Disastrous answer hath up risen to say :— " He is as real as dream in slumber hid ; His brightness never took the dusty way Of waking life : his limbs un burthened By all this dour dependency of clay Live in Light's deathless dawn unblemished." Beyond the foam-fringe of the twilight sea On rainbow-coralled isle he surely dwells, A prince among swift lords of Faerie Who race upon wide sands of tireless gl

EROS, THE UNSCATHED BY CHANCE HASTENING arrow-fall of hazard flight, Poor earthen counterpart of shooting stars ; Or meanly carven wood-block on the bench Where no Form-spirit beats against the bars And leaps no chaos-ending chisel-smite To cancel Death, Time, Change, Forgetfulness. These feebly kindled tapers Time must quench In fickle, slothful, craven years—unless The undreamable epiphany of Light Has flashed from other soul's most secret sky And turned to gold and everliving flame This tawdry candle of mortality : Life-giver to unborn gods, heaven-building Might, Love without form, end, variance, or name. Ja

THE SHADOW OF SILENCE (Dedication : " To Laelia ") THE amber-golden moon at summer's ending Guerdoned our pathway by the surgeful sea ; With lighted sand your wayfaring was blending Shade mystery. Upon a stream rose-red with sundroop's blazing Idly we scattered rose-leaves, white with red : And in white cohorts came, while we were gazing, Stars overhead. So pale a green of Spring on forest towers.... Dew falling from fluttered wings of songbirds. Dark hair glistered with the orchard-petal showers. How vain these words. November 29, 1936. Page-245

THE GOLDEN ARC A VERSE PLAY IN FOUR SCENES Characters in order of appearance NAOMI . A young girl THE SAGE . A man advanced in years, but firmly poised and not bent or limping in gait ABEL . A youth THE SIBYL . A woman advanced in years, but with an ageless face MARA . An old woman CAIN . An oldish man, seeming prematurely aged SPEAKERS OF THE EPILOGUE . Either men, or women with resonant lowpitched voices, or both men and women together Page-337 Scene I LUNAR YOUTH TIME— Late evening in midsummer

TO MOTHER COME on the wings of sleep Grave or with a smile, Come ere the hushed tide neap Or tangling thoughts beguile. On this dark spirit-main Rise as a full-orbed moon, Transform the murk of pain To a fleckless silver boon. Or through dream-heavy air On sandals of sound draw nigh Till echoes waking there Spring forth in thrilled reply. Out from a planet's gloom All aspects call to Thee,— Life in our stir less tomb, Light on our darkened sea. February 13, 1936. Page-149

THE SEA AT NIGHTFALL BEHIND the verge of western hills The sun has sunk, Rivers of light to niggard rills Have shrunk. Beyond the melancholy sea Of separate lives Loom shores which Love still holds in fee (Nor strives With intermittent promptings of the heart To build song's Whole from each disfavouring part). March 17, 1936. Page-171

STANZAS TO APOLLO SWIFT lord of the golden arrow-flight, Splendour-limbs we sought as in a dream. Our closeness to the Uncreated Light, Wideness-Truth and Purity supreme. The giants of night are battle-fled, Noisome clouds are wrested from the slough ; Immortal flame-glow is about Thy head, Honey-pale the stillness of Thy brow. A moment, poise-mirrored, tokens Thee,— Guise of neck and arching of his wing Enlimned on the faultless ripple-free Sheen of light where swan hood is the king. White shrine near the sacred laurel boughs, Marble quest of Timelessness adored, From Night's bitter ocean hastening prows, U

THE FIVE FOLD FLAME FIVE candles burning steadily Hard by that austere altar of the heart, Foursquare, with lines that wry Not leftward nor to right (Nor spendthrift Life nor sophistries of Art Could wrench it from the worship of the Light). The Light has entered in its substance and Framed, shaped, wrought it to Perfection's day In those dark wrappings of the Direful Land ; Beleaguered there by fitful gusts' desiring, Set amid futilities of mortal clay, It waits the Light, with fivefold flame aspiring. February 12, 1936. Page-148

IN THIS FAINT WINDLESS AIR IN this faint windless air And dream-suspense No foaming hound pan scare Clouds' indolence ; No thunder barks defiance. Or rattles chains; No cyclone seeks alliance With hurtling rains To speed like Gengis Khan Or Tamburlaine, Levelling palace and barn In their conquered plain. October 27, 1936. Page-227