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.
A few random poems:
- Blank Dreams
- Pity by Sara Teasdale
- Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Затмение
- A Tribute to Mr Murphy and the Blue Ribbon Army by William Topaz McGonagall
- On Your Midnight Pallet Lying poem – A. E. Housman
- Омар Хайям – Цветам и запахам владеть тобой доколе
- Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? by Walt Whitman
- For The Anniversary Of My Death by W. S. Merwin
- Song Of The Enfifa River
- Николай Гумилев – За гробом
- How To Use Vellum For Your Card Making Ideas
- Владимир Луговской – Алайский рынок
- Falling Asleep by Siegfried Sassoon
- Вера Павлова – Завещание
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
- Низами Гянджеви – Пускай охотится на всех газелеоких
- Низами Гянджеви – От сердца всю ночь мечтал
- Низами Гянджеви – О милый друг, давно пленен я
- Низами Гянджеви – О кипарис с плавной поступью мри
- Низами Гянджеви – Ну, как живешь
- Низами Гянджеви – Не горюй, ибо друг есть
- Низами Гянджеви – Мне ночь не в ночь, мне в ночь невмочь
- Низами Гянджеви – Месяц неполный прошел
- Низами Гянджеви – Лишь с луной сравниться
- Низами Гянджеви – Лица серебряный овал в сиянье покажи
- Низами Гянджеви – Лейли и Меджнун
- Низами Гянджеви – Коль мы на весах любви
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ты локоны свои распустишь
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ее ароматом неслышно ветер повеет
- Низами Гянджеви – Из месяца лишь день прошел
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 9 из 15
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 7 из 15
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 5 из 15
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 3 из 15
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 15 из 15
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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.