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:
- Владимир Британишский – Еретик
- Telescopes In The Square by Graham Rowlands
- Failure by Rupert Brooke
- The Lesson by Roger McGough
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” I – Grave-Digger’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- The Farmer’s Woldest D’ter by William Barnes
- Sonnet # 17 by Luis A. Estable
- Composed By The Sea-Side, Near Calais, August 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Юнна Мориц – Собственное небо
- Владимир Маяковский – Ода революции
- Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про первые ряды
- REVOLT OF A SUTRA by Satish Verma
- Владимир Британишский – Глухарь
- By the Spring, at Sunset by Vachel Lindsay
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 Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
- The Moon is a Painter by Vachel Lindsay
- The Merciful Hand by Vachel Lindsay
- The Master of the Dance by Vachel Lindsay
- The Little Turtle by Vachel Lindsay
- The Lion by Vachel Lindsay
- The Light o’ the Moon by Vachel Lindsay
- The Leaden-Eyed by Vachel Lindsay
- The King of Yellow Butterflies by Vachel Lindsay
- The Jingo and the Minstrel by Vachel Lindsay
- The Illinois Village by Vachel Lindsay
- The Hope of the Resurrection by Vachel Lindsay
- The Hearth Eternal by Vachel Lindsay
- The Haughty Snail-King by Vachel Lindsay
- The Ghosts of the Buffaloes by Vachel Lindsay
- The Gamblers by Vachel Lindsay
- The Flower of Mending by Vachel Lindsay
- The Flower-Fed Buffaloes by Vachel Lindsay
- The Fairy Bridal-Hymn by Vachel Lindsay
- The Empty Boats by Vachel Lindsay
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.