When the investing darkness growls,
And deep reverberates to deep;
When keyhole whines and chimney howls,
And all the roofs and windows weep;
Then, through the doorless walls of sleep,
The still-sealed ear and shuttered sight,
Phantoms of memory steal and creep,
The very ghosts of sound and light-
Dream-visions and dream-voices of a bygone night.
I see again, I hear again,
Where lightnings flash and house-eaves drip,
A flying swirl of waves and rain-
That storm-path between Sound and Rip.
I feel the swaying of the ship
In every gust that rocks the trees,
And taste that brine upon my lip
And smell the freshness of the breeze
That sped us through the welter of those racing seas.
I hear the menace of the call
To rope and rivet, wheel and mast,
In the swift onrush of the squall,
The challenge of the thundering blast
To daring men as it sweeps past;
And in my dream I have no dread.
Rivet and rope are firm and fast,
The clear lights shining, green and red,
The quiet eyes of sentry watching overhead.
What epic battles pass unsung!
It was a war of gods befell
On that wild night when we were young.
They rode, like cavalry of hell,
The mighty winds, the monstrous swell,
On their white horses, fierce and fleet;
They stood at bay, invincible,
Where pulsed beneath our sliding feet
The faithful iron heart that never lost a beat.
How the sharp sea-spume lashed and stung!
How the salt sea-wind tugged and tare
And clawed and mauled us where we clung,
With panting breasts and streaming hair,
To our frail eyrie in mid-air!
How we exulted in the fight-
With neither haste nor halt to dare
Those Titans furies in their might,
Undaunted and unswerving in our insect flight!
No lap of exquisite repose!
A mortar wherein souls are brayed;
An anvil ringing to the blows
Whereby true men are shaped, and made
Divinely strong and unafraid.
Such gallant sailor-men there be-
Never unready or dismayed,
Though ‘t’s the face of death they see
In cyclone, fire and fog, and white surf on the lee.
Not only in the sylvan bower,
On dreaming hill, by sleeping mere,
The holy place-the sacred hour.
Beset by every form of fear,
Darkness ahead and danger near,
Sorely hard-driven and hard-prest,
But still unspent and of good cheer-
He finds them who can pass the test,
Who never winks an eye and never stays to rest
A few random poems:
- The Judge by Rabindranath Tagore
- Back-View by William Ernest Henley
- Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon
- In The Early Pearly Morning
- Life Brings Me to this Journey. by Stephen Sweitzer
- Epigram on the same Laird’s Country Seat by Robert Burns
- Enough by Sara Teasdale
- The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands by Rabindranath Tagore
- Farewell To Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- Николай Заболоцкий – В этой роще березовой
- Life a chess game by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Стефан Малларме – Весеннее обновление
- An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare
- Fuzzy-Wuzzy by Rudyard Kipling
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
- Paradise Lost: Book 04 poem – John Milton poems
- Paradise Lost: Book 03 poem – John Milton poems
- Paradise Lost: Book 02 poem – John Milton poems
- Paradise Lost: Book 01 poem – John Milton poems
- On Time poem – John Milton poems
- On The University Carrier Who Sickn’d In The Time Of His Vacancy, Being Forbid To Go To London, By Reason Of The Plague poem – John Milton poems
- On the Same poem – John Milton poems
- On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 poem – John Milton poems
- On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament poem – John Milton poems
- On The Morning Of Christs Nativity poem – John Milton poems
- On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester poem – John Milton poems
- On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough poem – John Milton poems
- On Shakespear poem – John Milton poems
- On His Deceased Wife poem – John Milton poems
- On His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
- Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint poem – John Milton poems
- Lycidas poem – John Milton poems
- Light poem – John Milton poems
- L’Allegro poem – John Milton poems
- John Milton – John Milton 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

Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.