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:
- Before by Robert Browning
- if_i_were_king.html
- Огюст Барбье – Дант
- Jewels Should Sparkle Daily by Ronald G. Auguste
- Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
- An Ode to the Queen by William Topaz McGonagall
- The Mad Philosopher poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lamia. Part II poem – John Keats poems
- Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- My Father’s Hats by Mark Irwin
- Hardcastle Crags by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Набоков – Путь
- Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Федор Сологуб – Золушка
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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
- A Channel Passage by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 IV: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 III: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 II: Safety by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 I: Peace by Rupert Brooke
- When Day Is Done by Rabindranath Tagore
- When and Why by Rabindranath Tagore
- Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Untimely Leave by Rabindranath Tagore
- Twelve O’Clock by Rabindranath Tagore
- Threshold by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Wicked Postman by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Unheeded Pageant by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Source by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Sailor by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Recall by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Rainy Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Lotus by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Little Big Man by Rabindranath Tagore
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

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.