Dawnlight On The Sea

When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking;

Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark;

The wind blows pure and cool, for day is waking,

But stars are scattered still about the dark.

With open lattice, looking out and praying,

Ere yet the toil and trouble must be faced,

I see a silvery glimmer straying, straying,

To where the faint grey sky-line can be traced:

I see it slowly deepen, broaden, brighten,

With soft snow-fringes sweeping to the land;

The sheeny distance clear, and gleam, and whiten;

The cool cliff-shadows sharpen on the sand.

Some other sea the sunlight is adorning,

But mine is fair ‘neath waning stars and moon.

O friendly face!-O smile that comes at morning,

To shine through all the frowns that come at noon!

A beautiful wet opal-pale tints filling

A thousand shifting shallows-day at length.

The sweet, salt breeze, like richest wine, is thrilling

My drowsy heart and brain with life and strength.

I hear the voice of waters-strong waves dashing

Their white crests on the brown weed-sprinkled sod;

I hear the soft, continuous, measured plashing-

The pulse that vibrates from the heart of God,-

The long wash of the tide upon the shingle,

The rippling ebb of breakers on the shore,

Wherewith my prayers are fain to blend and mingle-

Whereto I set my dreams for evermore.

I hear the lap and swirl, I hear the thunder

In the dark grotto where the children play,-

Where walls to keep the sea and cave asunder,

And frail shell towers, were reared but yesterday.

The flood has filled my soul, and it is sweeping

My foolish stones and pebbles out to sea,

And floating in strange riches for my keeping,-

O friend! O God! I owe my best to Thee.

The best of every day, its peace and beauty,

From Thy mysterious treasure-house is drawn;

Thou teachest me the grace of life and duty,

When we two walk together in the dawn.

Poetry Monster – Home

A few random poems:

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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

More external links (open in a new tab):

Russian Commerce Agency

Dealing Monster

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

Poems by Author and Category

The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works