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
- Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
- poem6474.html
- Иннокентий Анненский – Листы
- When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith
- The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: La Soupe du soir by T. Wignesan
- Владимир Высоцкий – Красное, зелёное, жёлтое, лиловое
- Василий Тредиаковский – Невозможно быть довольным
- Николай Некрасов – Я посягну на неприличность
- You and I by Roger McGough
- Владимир Корнилов – Погодинка
- Виктор Колесников – Вороний мат во все концы
- Thatchen O’ The Rick by William Barnes
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё было не так, как хотелось вначале
- The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road by Rabindranath Tagore
- Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
Some external links:
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).
