Why above others was I so blessed
And honoured? to be chosen one
To hold you, sleeping, against my breast,
As now I may hold your only son.
Twelve months ago; that wonderful night!
You gave your life to me in a kiss;
Have I done well, for that past delight,
In return, to have given you this?
Look down at his face, your face, beloved,
His eyes are azure as yours are blue.
In every line of his form is proved
How well I loved you, and only you.
I felt the secret hope at my heart
Turned suddenly to the living joy,
And knew that your life and mine had part
As golden grains in a brass alloy.
And learning thus, that your child was mine,
Thrilled by the sense of its stirring life,
I held myself as a sacred shrine
Afar from pleasure, and pain, and strife,
That all unworthy I might not be
Of that you had deigned to cause to dwell
Hidden away in the heart of me,
As white pearls hide in a dusky shell.
Do you remember, when first you laid
Your lips on mine, that enchanted night?
My eyes were timid, my lips afraid,
You seemed so slender and strangely white.
I always tremble; the moments flew
Swiftly to dawn that took you away,
But this is a small and lovely you
Content to rest in my arms all day.
Oh, since you have sought me, Lord, for this,
And given your only child to me,
My life devoted to yours and his,
Whilst I am living, will always be.
And after death, through the long To Be,
(Which, I think, must surely keep love’s laws,)
I, should you chance to have need of me,
Am ever and always, only yours.

A few random poems:
- Nocturnal Vigils poem – Alfred Austin
- Testament by Wendell Berry
- Time of Roses by Thomas Hood
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Фонарики
- Little angel by Vladimir Marku
- The Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- Алексей Толстой – Рука Алкида тяжела
- Mother Ocean poem – Amy E. Johnsen poems | Poems and Poetry
- Both ways I lose by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Владимир Маяковский – Тексты для издательства “Сегодняшний лубок” (Плакаты)
- In Barracks by Siegfried Sassoon
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
- Bubbles from Eternity by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Black magic by Mrunmayi Mandan
- Back I Go to My Prison by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
- Appease by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- St. Roach by Muriel Rukeyser
- The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser
- Whoever Comes From The Earth by Nelly Sachs
- Utopia by Ndue Ukaj
- Tumult by Nicole M Nugent
- Tip tap RAIN by Neelam Sinha
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
- The Shadow of Crows by Ndue Ukaj
- The Red Earth of Kupungarri by Nicole M Nugent
- The man with the blue eye by Neelam Shah
- The Freedom Of Poetry by Ndue Ukaj
- The Emigrant by Ndue Ukaj
- The blanket is same always by Neelam Sinha
- Superficially by Ndue Ukaj
- Sonnet (XII) : O Buddha ! I do wish to follow your golden middle path by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet (XI) : I know me and I do believe in the causation by Neelam Sinha
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The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.