Since my psyche has languished and unwilling rhythm; The cryptic confession that my brain do bear.you gaze in your suborn power, by your mate-less vision.To me your alarm is higher; your doubtless mild mission! When you lead my soul in higher and do i fade through those tress, With the murmuring leaves of guest less pleasure, deep dwelt of dreary birds, And above, above i will fly, to seek the immortal gate of perceptional pleasure! .with a golden sum of sun ray, i will convey my lord my will of treasure!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- symphony_in_red.html
- Hemingwayan waves of time by Ndue Ukaj
- I Swear by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Ballade Of Sleep poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Федор Сологуб – Кольцо и венок
- The Appointment by Ruth Padel
- Николай Заболоцкий – Засуха
- Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room by William Wordsworth
- Джон Донн – Лекция о тени
- In Memoriam
- Оливер Голдсмит – Оленья туша
- The Poor Fisherman
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn (Song) by Robert Burns
- A Hedge Of Rubber Trees poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
