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:
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- In A Wood by Thomas Hardy
- Олег Григорьев – Вечером девочка Мила
- Lead Soldiers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Бундур – Совет
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Суд
- My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
- Counter-Attack by Siegfried Sassoon
- Lady Weeping at the Crossroads by W H Auden
- Soulmating by Mike Yuan
- Иннокентий Анненский – Любовь к прошлому
- Владимир Маяковский – Схема смеха
- Наум Коржавин – Он собирался многое свершить
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare
- Olney Hymn 27: Welcome To The Table by William Cowper
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
- Sixteen Dead Men by William Butler Yeats
- Shepherd And Goatherd by William Butler Yeats
- September 1913 by William Butler Yeats
- Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
- Running To Paradise by William Butler Yeats
- Roger Casement by William Butler Yeats
- Responsibilities; Introduction by William Butler Yeats
- The Hosting Of The Sidhe by William Butler Yeats
- The Host Of The Air by William Butler Yeats
- The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
- The Hawk by William Butler Yeats
- The Happy Townland by William Butler Yeats
- The Gyres by William Butler Yeats
- The Grey Rock by William Butler Yeats
- The Ghost Of Roger Casement by William Butler Yeats
- The Fool By The Roadside by William Butler Yeats
- The Folly Of Being Comforted by William Butler Yeats
- The Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- The Fish by William Butler Yeats
- The Fiddler Of Dooney by William Butler Yeats
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.