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:
- Robert Burns: O Let Me In Thes Ae Night:
- Landowners by Sylvia Plath
- The Doctor Will Return by Weldon Kees
- Underneath an Abject Willow by W H Auden
- Battle-Scene From the Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer by Sylvia Plath
- Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots by William Wordsworth
- Malaria
- The Gamblers by Vachel Lindsay
- Алексей Жемчужников – Верста на старой дороге
- Mohini Chatterjee by William Butler Yeats
- The Source by W. S. Merwin
- Николай Заболоцкий – Офорт
- Mr Anonymous, a life by Raj Arumugam
- Ольга Берггольц – Вот я выбирала для разлуки
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
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
- Tom The Lunatic by William Butler Yeats
- Tom O’Roughley by William Butler Yeats
- To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time by William Butler Yeats
- To Dorothy Wellesley by William Butler Yeats
- To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee by William Butler Yeats
- To A Young Girl by William Butler Yeats
- To A Young Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine by William Butler Yeats
- To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing by William Butler Yeats
- The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
- Poems by William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience and the Book of Thel
- Written In March by William Wordsworth
- To the City of London by William Dunbar
- To a Lady by William Dunbar
- The Sirens’ Song by William Browne
- The Rose by William Browne
- The Quarry by William Vaughn Moody
- The Daguerreotype by William Vaughn Moody
- The Blues by William Matthews
- Song by William Browne
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.