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:
- Best Friend by Nicole M Nugent
- Why? by Tiffany Ann Monroe
- Владимир Луговской – Краски
- Trench Duty by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Little Worold by William Barnes
- The Magic Wand
- Юлиан Анисимов – Круглогодие
- Омар Хайям – Если любишь, то стойко разлуку терпи
- A Prayer in the Prospect of Death by Robert Burns
- The Death Of Grant poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Further You Go Longer You Stay
- When I Watch the Living Meet poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Наум Коржавин – Иван Калита
- The Dolls by William Butler Yeats
- Like the gods. . . by Sappho
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
- Up The Line by Will McKendree Carleton
- Uncle Sammy by Will McKendree Carleton
- The New Church Organ by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Littlle Black-Eyed Rebel by Will McKendree Carleton
- The House Where We Were Wed by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Fading Flower by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Editor’s Guests by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Country Doctor by Will McKendree Carleton
- Thanksgiving Day by Will McKendree Carleton
- Over The Hill From The Poor-House by Will McKendree Carleton
- Our Army Of The Dead by Will McKendree Carleton
- One And Two by Will McKendree Carleton
- Johnny Rich by Will McKendree Carleton
- Autumn Days by Will McKendree Carleton
- Apple-Blossoms by Will McKendree Carleton
- Two Songs Of Advent by Yvor Winters
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Dark spring by Yvor Winters
- Where My Sight Goes by Yvor Winters
- To Emily Dickinson by Yvor Winters
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.