The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough
Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass.
The wind sighs in the chimney, as I sit,
With elbows on my knees, before the fire,
Resting a crumpled chin in hollow’d palms.
There is great trouble in the cold and dark;
And other girls shrink off and steal away,
To crouch in lonely rooms and look at fires,
And look at their dead joys and living griefs,-
But they are pitied. None would pity me.
Friends come to seek them, and lay tender hands
On their bow’d heads and sore and restless hearts.
They find the wound, and drop the healing oil;
They lift the burden off, or make it light.
But they would smile, unless they laugh’d, at mine.
O still, warm fire, you will not bubble up
In mocking flames,-your heart will soon be cold!
O wind-for you have seen the roses bloom,
And the shrunk petals fall and drift away-
You hear, and sob and sigh as you go past!
Is unrequited love so sad a thing?
Ay, ay,-but this is even sadder still;
To want to love, and not to have the power-
To meet your king at last with empty hands-
To be so young, and to have squander’d all!
Alas, alas! to know your wine is sour-
To have loved wrong, with love despoil’d of trust,
Dishonour’d love, that mix’d itself with hate,-
To see the pearl of price laid at your feet,
And know your wealth is gone for dross and lies!
Ay, ’tis the saddest thing to want to love,
To want to cling, when you have lost your strength-
To feel the ashes choking up the hearth,
And think how bright a fire there might have been,-
To know when you are loved, too late-too late!

A few random poems:
- Омар Хайям – Этот мастер всевышний
- From The Frontier Of Writing by Seamus Heaney
- If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Языков – Песня (Я жду тебя, когда вечерней мглою)
- Poets to Come. by Walt Whitman
- Proud Word You Never Spoke by Walter Savage Landor
- Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women by Anne Sexton
- The Neophyte poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Little Big Man by Rabindranath Tagore
- Listening To Rwanda Genocide by Satish Verma
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нам вчера прислали из рук вон плохую весть
- Юрий Верховский – Зачем, паук, уходишь торопливо
- The Weaver by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Before Summer Rain by Rainer Maria Rilke
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
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
- I Dream I M The Death Of Orpheus
- From An Atlas Of The Difficult World
- From A Survivor
- Fox
- For This
- For The Record
- For The Dead
- Final Notions
- Diving Into The Wreck
- Diving Wreck
- Cartographies Of Silence
- Burning Oneself Out
- Aunt Jennifer039s Tigers
- Aunt Jennifers Tigers
- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
- The Ugly Little Bird
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- Mountain Wellhead
- In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
- Youth
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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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.