Here, in her elbow chair, she sits
A soul alert, alive,
A poor old body shrunk and bent-
The queen-bee of the hive.
But hives of bees and hives of men
Obey their several laws;
No fiercely-loving filial throng
This mother-head adores.
This bringer of world-wealth, whereof
None may compute the worth,
Is possibly of no account
To anyone on earth.
Her cap and spectacles, that mean
Dim eyes and scanty hairs,
The humble symbols of her state-
The only crown she wears.
Lacking a kingdom and a court,
A relic of the past,
Almost a cumberer of the ground-
That is our queen at last.
But still not wholly without place,
Nor quite bereft of power;
A useful stopgap-a resource
In many a troubled hour.
She darns the stockings, keeps the house,
The nurseless infant tends,
While the young matrons and the men
Pursue their various ends-
Too keen-set on their great affairs,
Or little plays and pranks,
The things and people of their world,
To give her thought or thanks-
The children on whom all her thought
And time and love were spent
Through half a century of years!
Yet is she well content.
The schooling of those fiery years,
It has not been for nought;
A large philosophy of life
Has self-less service taught.
The outlook from the heights attained
By climbings sore and slow
Discovers worlds of wisdom, hid
From clearest eyes below.
So calmly, in her elbow chair,
Forgotten and alone,
She knits and dreams, and sometimes sighs
But never makes a moan.
Still dwelling with her brood unseen-
Ghosts of a bygone day-
The precious daughter in her grave,
The dear son gone astray-
And others, to whom once she stood
As only light and law,
The near and living, and yet lost,
That need her love no more.
Watching their joyous setting forth
To mingle with their kind,
With scarce a pang, with ne’er a grudge,
At being left behind.
“Let them be young, as I was young,
And happy while they may” . . . .
A dog that waits the night in peace
Since it has had its day.

A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Tam O’ Shanter: A Tale
- A child said, What is the grass by Walt Whitman
- The Hearth Eternal by Vachel Lindsay
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea by William Ernest Henley
- Алексей Жемчужников – Воспоминание в деревне о Петербурге
- Wayside Flowers by William Allingham
- My Love’s Guardian Angel by William Barnes
- Will Remain Unseen by Vasil Slavov
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- All Kinds by William Wright Harris
- Николай Языков – Послание к Кулибину (Какой огонь тогда блистал)
- Addiction by Walid Saba
- from The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
- T.A.H. poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- John Bleäke At Hwome At Night by William Barnes
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
- The Instructor by Rudyard Kipling
- The Hyaenas by Rudyard Kipling
- The Houses by Rudyard Kipling
- The Heritage by Rudyard Kipling
- The Greek National Anthem by Rudyard Kipling
- The Grave of the Hundered Head by Rudyard Kipling
- The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling
- The Gipsy Trail by Rudyard Kipling
- The Gift of the Sea by Rudyard Kipling
- The Galley-Slave by Rudyard Kipling
- The Floods by Rudyard Kipling
- The Flight by Rudyard Kipling
- The First Chantey by Rudyard Kipling
- The Fires by Rudyard Kipling
- The Female of the Species by Rudyard Kipling
- The Fall of Jock Gillespie by Rudyard Kipling
- The Fairies’ Siege by Rudyard Kipling
- The Fabulists by Rudyard Kipling
- The Explorer by Rudyard Kipling
- The Explanation by Rudyard Kipling
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.