AWARENESS O I would voyage among the nearer stars With those winged horses and their spirit cars That leave a luminous dust of glittering thought Amid the fabulous deserts of the Nought. Emptily vast is all that starlit room ; But when the winged commotion enters there, New light's un desolation threads the gloom Like comet's sunward tread with burnished hair. May 4, 1935 Page-119

TOPAZ AND SAPPHIRE AND RUBY OUT of a hazy stillness Softly the bird notes call : " Shatter your tired chillness, Stay not within the wall." Unicorns play through the morning, Phoenix is lord of the noon, Centaurs give delicate warning Under a huge red moon. Unicorn uncreated, Time may grow tired—not you ! For changes of rhythm are dated By the clang of your topaz shoe. Custom shall never confine you ; Tame less the sweep of your horn : Nor shall the future define you, Song of a world new born ! Shadow less splendour of heaven— Sapphire of endless extent; Eldest Day of

CONSTANCY IF setting suns were quenched for aye, Or gales could blow the stars away, Then scant un mindfulness of you Could prove my living thought untrue. As soon the bee forget the hive At heath ward flight or blossom-dive, As one his nectar-load not guide Again to your imagined side. May compass needle turn awry Or flame no longer scale the sky, Ere grate full nesses cease to wend,— Mine their heart way, you their end. May 29, 1935. Page-127

TO BOBBY, A RETROSPECT AND FORECAST GREEN fields of promise have been marred by hail, And half-grown fruit nipped by an icy breeze : But here, far from the insolence of these, Quieted their thunder-cras'h, their hurtling gale. Cradled by Spring, a smooth plot fenced apart Proffers foot-welcome to a sower's tread ; How may it foster most dear leaves that spread, Firm roots that delve from light grain held in the heart ? Hearken the sower. His footsteps are your own. Mine the smoothed ground where the hushed grains abide. Nor yours nor mine the seed—a heavenly loan, It finds mysterious growth, is multiplied,

FRONTISPIECE NEW country lies before me, The old is far away ; . New voices whiles implore me That I turn toward their Day. Toward their Day I'm turning— No other goal will guide—, To Its faint glimmer yearning I climb the valley side. Up valley side I clamber ; The mists are wearing thin ; In ecstasy of amber The sunrise pomps begin. The pomps begin, and glory Of purple and ruby gold Are frontispiece to story The far-glimpsed Hours enfold. May 15, 1936. Page-191

STARS MEN call you far. You are not far enough. For the beggar earth your, alms of holy love Drop through the consecrated night—consuminegfir. Deafness has mouths belying you as dumb. From some Deep beyond the deep your 'rhythms come Of Titan fingers wakening Truth's implacable lyre. The craven flee from the calm light of your eyes ; Drunken with darkness, how should they surmise Intrepid loveliness no haste, no weakness mars ? Bemusing the dim roof of vaulted space Consentient clouds of golden incense trace High homage of His Beauty from the enraptured stars. November 28, 1934.

TWILIGHT HUSH A FOREST of shadows gliding fast, Magnetwise, as drawn on by the sun For westerly waning sunset-goal— Zenith past, how eerily they run ! On paths that meander 'cross the sky, Gleam and bend cloud-centaurs from afar Moon-bow that is aiming, silver-taut, Arrows made of silence at a star. October 19, 1933. Page-40

" SCIENCE IS THE OPIATE OF THE PEOPLE INFINITE Silence became the finite Voice And forged the flaming limits of the world A vast and empty fane ; and there up swirled The glittering motes whose ever-shifting poise Deluded men, miscall the stagnant Law Of an unchanging Heaven, the ever-furled Fixed title-deeds of Wealth—of graspers hurled Beyond return whenever spring days thaw The feudal frost of Privilege and Greed ! The spring is here, the Dream becomes the Deed, The uttering Voice congeals to future time With changing rhythm, wax and wane of speed Or weight of sound : what Demiurge has need Of

SANCTUARY GREEN gathering of summer-mantled trees Against a hush of turquoiser-torpid sky, And underfoot pale cow-wheat,—yellow rattle,— A tall-stemmed toadflax, more yellow than the twain, Trim whorled with leaves of smoothly glaucous hue. A footway skirts the flanges of each bole And roughens with the jut and twist of root And darkly wanders through embodied shade As it might lead to unimagined core, Stripped self, essential Form of woodland ness. October 27, 1935. Page-139

" WHITE-COMBING WAVES FROM A CLOUDLESS OCEAN" " That God has laid His fingers on the sky, . That from those fingers glittering summer runs Upon the dancer by the dreamless wave." [Lines in W. B. Yeats ' " THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND."] WHITE-COMBING waves from a cloudless ocean Fall on a fairy shore : Faint rhythm of their un shadowed motion Beats evermore A sorrow less dream, drugged by their magical potion, Within Time's core. Marble-white in the summer's glory, Foam-toss from sea to land : Mating their dance to a wordless story, Joy-silent band Of the ones whose locks can neve