ENCIRCLED WITHIN the white encircling sea Brief green inhabitations, stand,— White messenger of things, to be And shuddering pulse of living land. The foam is dank upon the strand, While parrots scream from tree to tree, Green flash of Time-beleaguered band, Pale foregleam of Eternity. October 15, 1936. Page-219

COMMUNICATION EBBING and waning of joy, the day estranged : Here, petalled evening droops ; Below sky-rim the petals have drifted —all is changed To a dim listless stalk where Twilight stoops Horizonward ; and then The black scorpion, Night, lifts claws of loneliness and loops The zenith and all the sky (Its venomed blackness is in the life-blood of men) . . . . .O then, love-armed cry, Bring with compulsive dream the moon's forge low Over the difficult edge Of being, that eastward-straining hopes may know Lit pearl of un tarrying pledge,— Counsel, and laughter, and un dissembling eyes. Time-tame

TELOS WHERE shall I come back to you ? Will the forlorn seaway shoal Under earth-bright zenith blue ? There, un lonely, gain my goal ? Or impassive spirit-clime Sanctuary what earth denied,— All the treasure-seeking time End there as I gain your side ? Either how may flames of peace Beacon wise bewray your heart, So suffuse this un release, So retouch my fading chart. Lonely depths long travelled through, But the seaway starts to shoal,— All my being drawn to you, Fair name and space hood of my goal. May 25, 1935. Page-126

TO BOBBY THE air, that heaps no colour on the sun But speeds the naked messengers of light In that same hue with which they had begun Their God-revealing travel to our sight, Earns not a truer praise for modesty , , Than the cool poise and reticence of soul Guarding your boyhood (as a sapling tree, Though gruff gales bend, yet keeps its essence whole). Now that you pause on the green watershed, The winding dales of childhood at your back And all tomorrows spread beneath your feet, These eyes would probe the misty plains ahead, These lips would pray, " Whatever foes you'll meet, Your swift clean coura

AFTER MIDNIGHT AS we spin towards the Bright, Trundling to the hem of night, Earth with bated hours hides In dark more dreamless and more deep Her winnowing air and crooning tides And aeon-builded hills of sleep. Out of darkness what shall come ? Banished voices of the dumb— Memories of forgotten splendour— Sudden gleam of buried might In the heart where Love the Lender Mocks with Day the outward Night. July 26,1934. Page-79

CORRESPONDENCES (From Baudelaire) NATURE is a shrine where vista'd gloom enhances Whispering tongues that speak from every column— Whereto man fares through serried forests solemn Of symbols that scan him with their intimate glances. As flight of echoes from a far-off beach Into a shadowiness profound unite, Vast as the day's width or as the titaned night, Are matched sounds, colours, perfumes each to each. For perfumes are sensed dawn-pure as childhood's flesh, Softly as oboes, greenly as meadow-shroud, -And others, vitiate, choicely and richly proud, Winged with out flowing through the finite's mes

MAHA-LAKSHMI Borne on the golden-plumed eagle of Vishnu, or seated within the red lotus. UNDER the evening storm-lower Far in the western sky Gold are the wings of the eagle Who bringeth Beauty nigh. Heard we the sedges answer The wind in a whispered cry— Or a silk robe's fading rustle And Her feet passing by ? Framed in the day-dawn glimmer Her fields of lotus lie,— In the heart one worship-petal Wins God-horizonry. July 14, 1933. Page-35

NEPEAN ROAD SOFTLY over the shadow-bound Rays of gold, Quiver and meet in a perfect round Of bliss untold. Wideness has entered the heart All unbeknown— No tooth of bitter smart Shall rasp the bone ; Here live the deed of quiet, The spoken hush, Nor fear make wanton riot Nor blindness rush. Where harmony alights, A phoenix blaze, And neither wrath-rent nights Nor listless days Can reave from winged delight The free of soul, Or turn their eagle flight To creep of mole. February 2, 1938. Page-291

AT MORN AND EVE O WILL he answer what my hand hath writ— And not my hand alone, That's guided by no subtleties of wit, But by some heart that is not all of stone ? Then will his mind forget with months and years, Beset with a throng of friends ? Will he impute no river-deep of tears, But such a love as in short season ends ? Yet will this soul renounce him should he leave ? Not while its frame endures— A love which chimes its bells at morn and eve No chiding word or hush indifferent cures. May 7, 1938. Page-323

THE DIVINE LOVE SURGING softly on the pebbles of the brim To that ocean-swaying under .the quiet moon, Wave-syllables quicken enchantments dim Through this long hour of midnight's nether-noon. Far forgotten now the heaviness of day," The unreal shadows and all things that die ; Immortal prescience on the pearl-white way Where the moon's magic drips down from the sky. Vision fails and hearing gropes to seize no more Foam silver-shining, dream-notes of the wave : The hushed soul mirrored, echoed, gained the shore Of Light self-offered, of taintless Love that gave. January 14, 1935-