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:
- Валерий Брюсов – Гнутся высокие лотосы
- Love is Immortal poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ballade Of The Dream poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Юлия Жадовская – Лучший перл таится
- THE WHEELS by Satish Verma
- Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen) by William Cowper
- Closed Path by Rabindranath Tagore
- Юрий Левитанский – Кто-то так уже писал
- Владимир Орлов – Где петушок носит гребешок
- Николай Глазков – Бабье лето
- If Death Is Kind by Sara Teasdale
- Василий Курочкин – Поэту адвокату
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- To Leonide Massine in ‘Cleopatra’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
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
- Verdad Innegable by Victoria Luisa Mora Paoli
- Unsaid by Victoria Bukofske
- Unapologetic by Vikrant Sapkota
- To share by Victor A. Bueno M.
- Thrones In Heaven by Victoria Rose
- They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
- The Terrible Abstractions by Vernon Scannell
- The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell
- The Loving Game by Vernon Scannell
- The Great War by Vernon Scannell
- Sunshine by Vin lan
- Snake eggs by Victor A. Bueno M.
- Silver Wedding by Vernon Scannell
- Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
- They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
- Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
- NOCHE MARINA by Victoria l.mora paoli
- NO SE VIVIR ASI by victoria luisa mora paoli
- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
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.