There were Roses in the hedges, and Sunshine in the sky,
Red Lilies in the sedges, where the water rippled by,
A thousand Bulbuls singing, oh, how jubilant they were,
And a thousand flowers flinging their sweetness on the air.
But you, who sat beside me, had a shadow in your eyes,
Their sadness seemed to chide me, when I gave you scant replies;
You asked “Did I remember?” and “When had I ceased to care?”
In vain you fanned the ember, for the love flame was not there.
“And so, since you are tired of me, you ask me to forget,
What is the use of caring, now that you no longer care?
When Love is dead his Memory can only bring regret,
But how can I forget you with the flowers in your hair?”
What use the scented Roses, or the azure of the sky?
They are sweet when Love reposes, but then he had to die.
What could I do in leaving you, but ask you to forget,–
I suffered, too, in grieving you; I all but loved you yet.
But half love is a treason, that no lover can forgive,
I had loved you for a season, I had no more to give.
You saw my passion faltered, for I could but let you see,
And it was not I that altered, but Fate that altered me.
And so, since I am tired of love, I ask you to forget,
What is the use you caring, now that I no longer care?
When Love is dead, his Memory can only bring regret;
Forget me, oh, forget me, and my flower-scented hair!

A few random poems:
- Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Twilight poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The River Has Its Memories by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- Let The Weary World Go Round poem – Alfred Austin
- The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
- Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace by Sir Philip Sidney
- Flight by Rupert Brooke
- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
- That The Night Come by William Butler Yeats
- Teacher
- Федор Сологуб – В камине пылания много
- An Ode To Antares
- Нина Воронель – Аэродром
- In her reach by Shailendra Chauhan
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
- Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington by Robert Burns
- Epigram—Commissary Goldie’s Brains by Robert Burns
- Epigram at RoslinInn by Robert Burns
- Epigram at Brownhill Inn by Robert Burns
- Epigram Addressed to an Artist by Robert Burns
- Elegy on Willie Nicol’s Mare by Robert Burns
- Elegy on the Year 1788 by Robert Burns
- Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo by Robert Burns
- Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair by Robert Burns
- Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux by Robert Burns
- Elegy on Stella by Robert Burns
- Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson by Robert Burns
- Election Ballad for Westerha’ by Robert Burns
- Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 by Robert Burns
- Duncan Gray by Robert Burns
- Dialogue Song—Philly and Willy by Robert Burns
- Despondency: An Ode by Robert Burns
- Delia: An Ode by Robert Burns
- Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars by Robert Burns
- Complimentary Epigram to Mrs. Riddell by Robert Burns
More external links (open in a new tab):
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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.