REGAINING HEMMED by the sea on the eastward, By hummocking land on, the west Goes the clear smooth trail of sand-space Where way worn feet may rest. Hemmed by the day and the next day Hovers one moon-haunted night— On day weary eyes droop the salving Dream-hested petals of light. For those bruised by arrogant laughter, Unraptured by glamorous show, Is there somewhere a shrine of healing Where truth and friendship grow ? June 26, 1934- Page-75

FROM FAERY CITY WALL WIDE ways of gold across the sea Westward, at evenfall, Still lead to the strand whence echoes flee As the Danaan bugles call. Faint and soft and honey sweet From faery city wall That golden clamour bids our feet Where the Danaan bugles call. At moonrise we'll list for the fabulous oars On the dark waves' rise and fall, And they'll ferry us to the magical shores Whence the Danaan bugles call. December 14, 1934. Page-109

DEVOTIONAL LYRIC HOW should I smooth Thy way, Speed Thy feet, O sojourner of Day ?— " Doff deceit." How shall heart's waters lure Thee to my shrine ?— " Be stillness and candle-pure Vigil thine." Make this poor fitful flame Bright as of yore, Shiningly spell Thy Name Evermore. Take, take my moteling gem— Words fain to greet ; There is no worth in them Save at Thy feet. March 7, 1934. Page-57

THYONEUS WHO has not wandered through the woods in Spring Where ancient trees renew eternal youth And tips of deathless joy the withered brown upfling Under the skies of Truth ? Glimpsed, past the maenad, the satyr, the midsummer flower, A pine-wreath that circles brows calm, free from hurt, And a greenness of cone-tipped wand and earth-exceeding Power. —That thyrsus, ivy-girt ? In Him are the sun's warmth and the tendrils twined Where trust is sweet and friendship has no flaw ; He brings peace to cities and greatening to the mind, —Dionysus, giver of law. Born from this earth's aspiring the Unborn Fire Scathed and slew, Whom no

WORD OF REMAKING STAR-ISLANDS in wide welkin lake, A continent of moon, The firestones with their shimmery wake Through deeps of anti-noon. Soothlight—true being's underwork— With a welter of Nothing between,— May Light prevail where shadows lurk Of empty, lonely teen. Then utter argosies of Light Across the Un shape sea, Refashion worlds arrayed with Sight At speech of ' Let Love Be.' October 9, 1935. Page-138

THE FOREST OF PAN FROM a vista of stillness hugely hewn Beechen pillars looming, on the floor Trance-light of a summer afternoon Ambers Time—and Silence—to the core. Eternity hovers, creeping through Clouds that move too slowly to be kenned ; Infinity sails on wings of blue 'Thwart a sky un shadowed and un penned. The slopes of the Silence-hill are passed ; Piping sweeps all sadness from the air : Dissolvings of fear show naked vast Thunderous limbs man-momently-appear. October 26, 1933. Page-41

THE GOD OF VICTORY SUBTLE beyond all gauging, Sudden as lightning blade, Unflawed by earthly aging, The Woundless, the Undismayed Back in the world's beginning Wielded a three-pronged spear, Unpierced by Falsehood's dinning, Unswayed by soundless Fear. Nor Maya-spell's devising Nor seemings that divide Dishevelled the assizing Of the Wakeful Myriad-Eyed ; But many an eye-filled feather Gathered in battle-dress Betokened there together Serene one-pointed ness. February 15, 1936. Page-150

BOBBY AS BEING UNFAILINGLY PRESENT IN THE MEMORY, IS COMPARED WITH THE FIVE ELEMENTS O YOUTH of youth, with Morning on thy lips And eyes which have the quietude of Love, Hovering ever, yet most when evening dips All things in gold and the first stars gleam above, Thine is the cleansing purity of fire, The living thought of unconfined air ; Thy heart a mirror's pool unblent with mire ; And rhythms of earth have made thy body fair. A myriad roses mingle into one Pellucid drop, to live within its breath : All lovely tones that back to silence run And muster beauty in the wane of death

UNANIMOUS TRADITION SOME pointilliste had left this canvas called " The Stars ' Half-finished, in his dilettante way,— " " And why this planet skit Devolving-ape-infest ?"— Their pointillistic mind-stuff lit, Sage minds co-deem " Pure jest." February 18, 1936. Page-152

SECRET VALLEY THOUGH it was dark on the earth side, It was Light above, below,— A geyser of truth from the darkness, Out of heaven a torrent-"flow. Though the rocks were hard and barren And their hate was the watershed, There's a grove where the leaves are thorn less And each bloom is a perfumed red. Boles of strength with that whisper of blessing— Not one atom is lonely there— The achieve and the goal of oneness Through the leagues of flame-bright air. October 11, 1938. Page-327