Oh, Silver Stars that shine on what I love,
Touch the soft hair and sparkle in the eyes,–
Send, from your calm serenity above,
Sleep to whom, sleepless, here, despairing lies.
Broken, forlorn, upon the Desert sand
That sucks these tears, and utterly abased,
Looking across the lonely, level land,
With thoughts more desolate than any waste.
Planets that shine on what I so adore,
Now thrown, the hour is late, in careless rest,
Protect that sleep, which I may watch no more,
I, the cast out, dismissed and dispossessed.
Far in the hillside camp, in slumber lies
What my worn eyes worship but never see.
Happier Stars! your myriad silver eyes
Feast on the quiet face denied to me.
Loved with a love beyond all words or sense,
Lost with a grief beyond the saltest tear,
So lovely, so removed, remote, and hence
So doubly and so desperately dear!
Stars! from your skies so purple and so calm,
That through the centuries your secrets keep,
Send to this worn-out brain some Occult Balm,
Send me, for many nights so sleepless, sleep.
And ere the sunshine of the Desert jars
My sense with sorrow and another day,
Through your soft Magic, oh, my Silver Stars!
Turn sleep to Death in some mysterious way.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig:
- Meg Merrilies poem – John Keats poems
- On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657 poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Голос Красной площади
- Four Corners by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood
- Half The People In The World by Yehuda Amichai
- A Captive Throstle poem – Alfred Austin
- Zen-moment by Sunil Sharma
- Elm by Sylvia Plath
- Джон Мильтон – Новым гонителям свободы
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair by William Shakespeare
- On Miranda’s Leaving the Country by William Somervile
- To the Bartholdi Statue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- In a Spring Grove by William Allingham
- Half-waking by William Allingham
- Down on the Shore by William Allingham
- Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham
- An Evening by William Allingham
- Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old by William Allingham
- After Sunset by William Allingham
- Aeolian Harp by William Allingham
- Adieu to Belshanny by William Allingham
- Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham
- A Singer by William Allingham
- A Seed by William Allingham
- A Memory by William Allingham
- A Gravestone by William Allingham
- A Dream by William Allingham
- A Day-Dream’s Reflection by William Allingham
- Zunsheen In The Winter by William Barnes
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- Zummer Evenèn Dance by William Barnes
- A Zong by William Barnes
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.