An Exile’s Farewell
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
The ocean heaves around us still
With long and measured swell,
The autumn gales our canvas fill,
Our ship rides smooth and well.
The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam
Still breaks against our prow;
I shed no tears at quitting home,
Nor will I shed them now!
Against the bulwarks on the poop
I lean, and watch the sun
Behind the red horizon stoop —
His race is nearly run.
Those waves will never quench his light,
O’er which they seem to close,
To-morrow he will rise as bright
As he this morning rose.
How brightly gleams the orb of day
Across the trackless sea!
How lightly dance the waves that play
Like dolphins in our lee!
The restless waters seem to say,
In smothered tones to me,
How many thousand miles away
My native land must be!
Speak, Ocean! is my Home the same
Now all is new to me? —
The tropic sky’s resplendent flame,
The vast expanse of sea?
Does all around her, yet unchanged,
The well-known aspect wear?
Oh! can the leagues that I have ranged
Have made no difference there?
How vivid Recollection’s hand
Recalls the scene once more!
I see the same tall poplars stand
Beside the garden door;
I see the bird-cage hanging still;
And where my sister set
The flowers in the window-sill —
Can they be living yet?
Let woman’s nature cherish grief,
I rarely heave a sigh
Before emotion takes relief
In listless apathy;
While from my pipe the vapours curl
Towards the evening sky,
And ‘neath my feet the billows whirl
In dull monotony!
The sky still wears the crimson streak
Of Sol’s departing ray,
Some briny drops are on my cheek,
‘Tis but the salt sea spray!
Then let our barque the ocean roam,
Our keel the billows plough;
I shed no tears at quitting home,
Nor will I shed them now!

A few random poems:
- in_between_the_strophes.html
- Владимир Маяковский – Постоял здесь, мотнулся туда
- Илья Зданевич – Пабло Пикассо
- Низами Гянджеви – Лица серебряный овал в сиянье покажи
- The Sheep and the Bush by William Somervile
- How Soon Hath Time poem – John Milton poems
- How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Ольга Берггольц – Слепой
- Bliss Of Eternity by Vaishnavi Prakash
- His Phoenix by William Butler Yeats
- The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: La Soupe du soir by T. Wignesan
- Владимир Британишский – Добравшись до водораздела
- Владимир Маяковский – Новогодние поздравления (РОСТА №704)
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
- The Redeemer by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Rear-Guard by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Poet as Hero by Siegfried Sassoon
- The One-Legged Man by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Old Huntsman by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Last Meeting by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Kiss by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Investiture by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Heritage by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Hawthorn Tree by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Goldsmith by Siegfried Sassoon
- The General by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Effect by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Dug-Out by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Dream by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Dragon & The Undying by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Death-Bed by Siegfried Sassoon
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870) was an Australian or British-Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He is considered to be one of the first national Australian poets.