Lie still, Beloved, I also see the day
Shoot his white arrows through the trembling sky,
But what is dawn to us, who cast away
All sense of time that mars our ecstasy ?
The scented orange bushes check the breeze
Granting in tribute many waxen stars,
And aromatic Eucalyptus trees
Defy the sun with grey-green scimitars.
Since fate has given us this garden love,
And Time and Space, for once, have acquiesced,
Ah, take no heed of paling skies above
Let us deem night is with us yet, and rest.
Let us lie still and drift away in dreams.
Back to the jewelled kingdom of the night.
Whose golden stars with dimly radiant gleams
Lit up your loveliness for my delight.
Once we are risen all the cares of day
Will seize and bind us to their wanton will.
Why should we own that night has passed away ?
Oh, as you value love, lie still, lie still!
A few random poems:
- Юлия Друнина – Я, признаться, сберечь не сумела шинели
- Tiger
- May Morning by Stephen Vincent Benet
- A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, then With My Lord Whitlock, Amba poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Владимир Набоков – Цветет миндаль на перекрестке
- I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про первые ряды
- If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin
- Cuchulain Comforted by William Butler Yeats
- A Farewell by William Wordsworth
- English Literature for Shaping Your Ideas
- Midsummer Mobile by Sylvia Plath
- Ox Tamer, The. by Walt Whitman
- How Distant by Philip Larkin
- Tartary by Walter de la Mare
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper o’er the buried sun poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate all this work of Tim poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather’d let us leave poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Hendecasyllabics poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Guinevere poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Gareth And Lynette poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Fatima | Best Love Poems
- Enoch Arden poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Duet poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.