The tremulous morning is breaking
Against the white waste of the sky,
And hundreds of birds are awaking
In tamarisk bushes hard by.
I, waiting alone in the station,
Can hear in the distance, grey-blue,
The sound of that iron desolation,
The train that will bear me from you.
‘T will carry me under your casement,
You’ll feel in your dreams as you lie
The quiver, from gable to basement,
The rush of my train sweeping by.
And I shall look out as I pass it,–
Your dear, unforgettable door,
‘T was _ours_ till last night, but alas! it
Will never be mine any more.
Through twilight blue-grey and uncertain,
Where frost leaves the window-pane free,
I’ll look at the tinsel-edged curtain
That hid so much pleasure for me.
I go to my long undone duty
Alone in the chill and the gloom,
My eyes are still full of the beauty
I leave in your rose-scented room.
Lie still in your dreams; for your tresses
Are free of my lingering kiss.
I keep you awake with caresses
No longer; be happy in this!
From passion you told me you hated
You’re now and for ever set free,
I pass in my train, sorrow-weighted,
Your house that was Heaven to me.
You won’t find a trace, when you waken,
Of me or my love of the past,
Rise up and rejoice! I have taken
My longed-for departure at last.
My fervent and useless persistence
You never need suffer again,
Nor even perceive in the distance
The smoke of my vanishing train!
A few random poems:
- Николай Карамзин – Стихи с поднесением выписок
- Омар Хайям о людях: Стихи, рубаи о человеке Омара Хайяма – Poetry Monster
- Olney Hymn 63: Not Of Works by William Cowper
- Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come by William Shakespeare
- On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope
- Ashes of Soldiers. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Song—Auld Rob Morris by Robert Burns
- Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- The Window Freäm’d Wi’ Stwone by William Barnes
- Black magic by Mrunmayi Mandan
- Icicles round a Tree in Dumfriesshire by Ruth Padel
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
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
- Failure by Rupert Brooke
- Dust by Rupert Brooke
- Doubts by Rupert Brooke
- Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke
- Desertion by Rupert Brooke
- Dead Men’s Love by Rupert Brooke
- Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke
- Day And Night by Rupert Brooke
- Dawn by Rupert Brooke
- Clouds by Rupert Brooke
- Choriambics — II by Rupert Brooke
- Choriambics — I by Rupert Brooke
- Charm, The by Rupert Brooke
- Busy Heart, The by Rupert Brooke
- Blue Evening by Rupert Brooke
- Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
- Ante Aram by Rupert Brooke
- And love has changed to kindliness by Rupert Brooke
- A Memory by Rupert Brooke
- A Letter to a Live Poet by Rupert Brooke
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.