QUEST FROM the dip of a lonely valley there straggles up a hill A ribbon of beckoning lane sheer to the sky-topped sill: I would I were up at the sky-turn, viewing the farther side— Grant that one who is greatly loved in the yonderly valley abide ! I climb through the hours of the morning with a dwindling shadow to drag, While the steep-up far-off sky-line with the heat haze seems to sag. Through dim velvet of noon-woven silence trails a tapestries silver of lark, Slender as tremulous hopings that handles the borders of dark. But O if beyond that sky -line loom a bare tableland And a graveyard path between blear rocks on either hand,

STAR VIGIL FAR-FADED moon has sought new life in death : Tier above tier the myriad worshippers Their vigil keep, and each one burnisheth To brighter gold his spear-tip, nor incurs A A sloven's name as one whose nature stirs When Beauty is presented to the sense, Yet breeds no deep response, no messengers To bring fresh thoughts in absent love's defence. From faltering hand you strengthen none shall wrench The flaming spear of Love's fidelity. His faithfulness no Lethe draught can dim, The hungry years will vainly strive to quench Star-kindled hope within the heart of him Who holds faint echoes of your mystery.

NO SELF-WILL SCARS THE LAND HOW this atomic self Could comprehend Seamless and singing wealth The high stars lend ? Phantasmal guardians yield What sworded flame, That mortal feet to field Of Eden came ? Night fell : on far lagoon Silverly wan Rays from a limpid moon Shafted and shone. Dim waves to flank of sand Dream their caress ; No self-will scars the land Of tenderness. October 31, 1938. Page-330

L. F. H. G. THOUGH I must name the red rose and the star And, penned behind their grating, view afar Your living and befriending, I must hate This cage of words to which there is no gate,— The Silence-Wideness and the spoken bar. O rutilant atlas and one dim word's mark ; O regnant perfume in a blinding dark, A wordless fragrance from the Immortal Rose Whose incense ever from the finite goes To fill the unfurled sails of sunset's bark. Still shine, O symbol of unasked replies ; Some Power has quickened in those endless skies All the veiled Beauty to one aching star Whose crystal shining cloudy words wil

INVOCATION TO SUPERMIND O HEIGHT beyond the stature of the mind, O width outreaching finite heart's embrace, Poised puissance on the limits of the world, Enlighten us ; we would no more be blind. We seek ourselves behind each comely face, And bind the myriad detail sense-unfurled To one bright spear-point, and therewith we trace Swift utterance which no thought-fetters bind. Shining lance, far above rifted woe, Reveal to earth the ending of thy quest; When thou to the Holy Logos shall be pressed, The Hidden Love behind all universe Sends ruby fire and ever-living flow,— And night

TO THE BELOVED THE power of the desert by water, Of icefields by the sun, . Of heart's dearth by love broken— What if the three be one ? Faint and far wind-whispers stirring, Far and faint wash of the waves ; Inly and near me your presence Soundlessly utters and saves. Then touch less hands may touch you, And bodiless vision see, And the heart of the heart may know you By love set free. June 2, 1934. Page-73

THE ENDLESS VOYAGE " SHIP,—What is your name ? Where do you sail ?" " The vessel Beauty, over foam-waste pale Of future time proud moving, such am I." " Some gale of magic wafting ever by These tall masts and crimson canvas-surge, Through rhythmic leagues of Art this dream prow urge ?' " Under Eternity, that changeless dome, Across wave-fret of centuries I roam : Yet in times halcyon of some Golden Age The hours held my likeness in their glassy page. February 20, 1936. Page-155

SEARCH SEVEN lights set in the sky ; Search, search them out; Drink from a Golden Chalice That puts an end to drought. The infinite stairway spirals From midnight's heavy dun Shadows, beyond the dawn's rim To noon-enthroned sun. Speeding through clear bright aether Go feet that cast no shade ; Though the footsoles throng on the gleampath No phantom of sound is made. I would tread on the aether's truth way With a footsole empty of weight, And soundlessly fare through that star world To the living Solar Gate. November 7, 1938. Page-332

HIERATIC (SYMBOLS OF THE INNER VITAL WORLD) UNDER the amethyst tree In a cavern of ocean Pale limbs of the daughters of the sea Weave their mystical motion. There was no rumour from the land Of reef's wave-grapple : Their leader shed from her right hand The gleam of a ruby apple. Each other moon-pale maid Bore, heaped and mellow, Pomegranates carved from lunar jade On topaz salvers yellow. No date for steps they dance, For song no dimming ; Time will reive not their beauty but enhance Joy's glyph those feet are limning. November 17, 1934. Page-96

A CLOUDY DAWN GREY skies : the limb of ocean olive-green ; While wind-blown plumes of coco-palm are seen In silhouette against the sea and sky. The jet-black birds weave with their raucous cry Intricate patterns through the sunless air. Through smouldering shroud grown momently more clear, A phantom sun makes gestures to appear. January 20, 1936. Page-145