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:
- Ольга Берггольц – Старая гвардия
- Couplet poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Counting Sheep by Russell Edson
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты рукой мне сжала сердце
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Средь бега дней моих порой
- Николай Языков – Аделаиде (Я твой, я твой, Аделаида)
- Tidy by Ralph Angel
- Morte D’Arthur poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Вера Звягинцева – Моя любовь к Армении похожа
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- The Forsaken by William Wordsworth
- Virgule by Thomas Lux
- On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
- To A Wife, On Mother’s Day by Ronald G. Auguste
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
- A New Broom by Witt Wittmann
- A Form Of Women by Robert Creely
- A Sonnet Occasioned by the Bad Weather Which Hindered the Sports at New-Market in January, 1616 by William Drummond
- A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace by John Oxenham
- Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
- I think it rains by Wole Soyinka
- Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
- As Like The Woman As You Can by William Ernest Henley
- A Thanksgiving by William Ernest Henley
- At Queensferry by William Ernest Henley
- A New Song to an Old Tune by William Ernest Henley
- A Love By The Sea by William Ernest Henley
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- A Dainty Thing’s The Villanelle by William Ernest Henley
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Youth And Age by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Truisms by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of A Toyokuni Colour-Print by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights by William Ernest Henley
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.