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:
- Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain by William Wordsworth
- Chorus of Athenians poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- I too want to ESCAPE by Neelam Sinha
- Яков Полонский – Наплывает туча с моря
- His Bargain by William Butler Yeats
- The Sparrow’s Nest by William Wordsworth
- Валерий Брюсов – И он взглянул, и ты уснула, и он ушел, и умер день
- The Poet And The Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- SOFT MUSIC by Robert Herrick
- God’s Grandeur poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Do Not Accept by Yehuda Amichai
- Teachers Day special
- “Célibataire” by Sylvia Plath
- Джон Донн – Женская верность
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
- Reproof: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett
- Tobias Smollett – Tobias Smollett
- Love Elegy (in imitation of Tibullus) by Tobias Smollett
- “Let the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain” by Tobias Smollett
- To Independence by Tobias Smollett
- “From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,” by Tobias Smollett
- “Come listen, ye students of every degree” by Tobias Smollett
- Blue-Eyed Ann by Tobias Smollett
- Advice: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett
- You Will Forget! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Words Of Love Forevermore by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- What Is Woman But A Song! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Squirrel by Todd H. C. Fischer
- The Pulling Away by Timothy Cole
- The moon at noon by Tom Mukasa
- The Leather Suitcase by Tom Berman
- The Mocking Bird by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Clime Of My Birth by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Bird Has Vanished by Timothy Thomas Fortune
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.