Dreams Beauty

Visions of Beauty, of Light, and of Love,

Born in the soul of a Dream,

Lost, like the phantom-bird under the dove,

When she flies over a stream-

Come ye through portals where angel wings droop,

Moved by the heaven of sleep?

Or, are ye mockeries, crazing a soul,

Doomed with its waking to weep?

I could believe ye were shadows of earth,

Echoes of hopes that are vain,

But for the music ye bring to my heart,

Waking its sunshine again.

And ye are fleeting. All vainly I strive

Beauties like thine to portray;

Forth from my pencil the bright picture starts,

And-ye have faded away.

Like to a bird that soars up from the spray,

When we would fetter its wing;

Like to the song that spurns Memory’s grasp

When the voice yearneth to sing;

Like the cloud-glory that sunset lights up,

When the storm bursts from its height;

Like the sheet-silver that rolls on the sea,

When it is touched by the night-

Bright, evanescent, ye come and are gone,

Visions of mystical birth;

Art that could paint you was never vouchsafed

Unto the children of earth.

Yet in my soul there’s a longing to tell

All you have seemed unto me,

That unto others a glimpse of the skies

You in their sorrow might be.

Vain is the wish. Better hope to describe

All that the spirit desires,

When through a cloud of vague fancies and schemes

Flash the Promethean fires.

Let me then think of ye, Visions of Light,

Not as the tissue of dreams,

But as realities destined to be

Bright in Futurity’s beams.

Ideals formed by a standard of earth

Sink at Reality’s shrine

Into the human and weak like ourselves,

Losing the essence divine;

But the fair pictures that fall from above

On the heart’s mirror sublime

Carry a signature written in tints,

Bright with the future of time.

And the heart, catching them, yieldeth a spark

Under each stroke of the rod-

Sparks that fly upward and light the New Life,

Burning an incense to God!

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 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear 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