We have left Gul Kach behind us,
Are marching on Apozai,–
Where pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
We’re falling back from the Gomal,
Across the Gir-dao plain,
The camping ground is deserted,
We’ll never come back again.
Along the rocks and the defiles,
The mules and the camels wind.
Good-bye to Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind.
For some we lost in the skirmish,
And some were killed in the fight,
But he was captured by fever,
In the sentry pit, at night.
A rifle shot had been swifter,
Less trouble a sabre thrust,
But his Fate decided fever,
And each man dies as he must.
Behind us, red in the distance.
The wavering flames rise high,
The flames of our burning grass-huts,
Against the black of the sky.
We hear the sound of the river,
An ever-lessening moan,
The hearts of us all turn backwards
To where he is left alone.
We sing up a little louder,
We know that we feel bereft,
We’re leaving the camp together,
And only one of us left.
The only one, out of many,
And each must come to his end,
I wish I could stop this singing,
He happened to be my friend.
We’re falling back from the Gomal
We’re marching on Apozai,
And pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
Perhaps the feast will taste bitter,
The lips of the girls less kind,–
Because of Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind!

A few random poems:
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
- Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver:
- To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain by Phillis Wheatley
- The Mower Against Gardens poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Hamlet As Told On The Street by Shel Silverstein
- The Madness Of King Goll by William Butler Yeats
- Казалось, осталось недолго
- The Mystic Isle by Rainbow Reed
- City Dead-House, The. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Недоверчивость
- Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
- Morning Poem #6 by Wanda Phipps
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Andrew Jones by William Wordsworth
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
- Sonnet VII. To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To The Nile poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Spenser poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Chatterton poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. The Day Is Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. On Peace poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt’s Poem ‘The Story of Rimini’ poem – John Keats 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.