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:
- First kiss for Arys and Nikys by Nicole Vasilcovschi
- The Importance of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
- Once By The Pacific by Robert Frost
- Nor We Of Her To Him by Stevie Smith
- On Chloris being ill (Song) by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck by William Shakespeare
- Lord Nevil039s Advice
- Robert Burns: Ode On The Departed Regency Bill:
- Inexpensive Progress poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Song Of The Spinning Wheel by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мажорный светофор, трёхцветье, трио
- The Monastery Of Life by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Betrayal poem – Alice Notley
- Джон Мильтон – По случаю своего двадцатитрехлетия
- Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope
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 Illusion of Love by Sarojini Naidu
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- The Snake Charmer by Sarojini Naidu
- The Queen’s Rival by Sarojini Naidu
- In The Bazaars of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- Village Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Transcience by Sarojini Naidu
- Suttee by Sarojini Naidu
- Street Cries by Sarojini Naidu
- Song Of A Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Past and Future by Sarojini Naidu
- Palanquin Bearers by Sarojini Naidu
- Ode to H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- My Dead Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Life by Sarojini Naidu
- Leili by Sarojini Naidu
- Indian Weavers by Sarojini Naidu
- Indian Love Song by Sarojini Naidu
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.