I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,
Whose bounding heart God folded up
In His, as shuts when day is done,
Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.
On many an hour like this we met,
And as my lips did fondly greet her,
I blessed her as love’s amulet:
Earth hath no treasure, dearer, sweeter.
The stars that look upon the hill,
And beckon from their homes at night,
Are soft and beautiful, yet still
Not equal to her eyes of light.
They have the liquid glow of earth,
The sweetness of a summer even,
As if some Angel at their birth
Had dipped them in the hues of Heaven.
They may not seem to others sweet,
Nor radiant with the beams above,
When first their soft, sad glances meet
The eyes of those not born for love;
Yet when on me their tender beams
Are turned, beneath love’s wide control,
Each soft, sad orb of beauty seems
To look through mine into my soul.
I see her now that dark-eyed one,
Whose bounding heart God folded up
In His, as shuts when day is done,
Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.
Too late we met, the burning brain,
The aching heart alone can tell,
How filled our souls of death and pain
When came the last, sad word, Farewell!
A few random poems:
- L’Après-Midi D’un Faune poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Balloons by Sylvia Plath
- A Man, They Made a God by Walid Saba
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.: Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
- One Sweet White Light
- Midsummer Mobile by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Уже из-за снежных заносов прекратилось… (РОСТА №774)
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Crusaders by William Wordsworth
- A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. by William Wordsworth
- Константин Бальмонт – Черные вороны
- The King of Yellow Butterflies by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks:
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
- Вера Павлова – Вот и пришли времена
- Вера Павлова – Вопрос ребра
- Вера Павлова – Весть обызвестковалась
- Вера Павлова – Вергилий в предсмертном бреду
- Вера Павлова – В ранец тетрадки собраны
- Вера Павлова – Утро вечера мудренее
- Вера Павлова – Удобряю ресницы снами
- Вера Павлова – Учась любовной науке
- Вера Павлова – У святителя вместо спины
- Вера Павлова – Ты вольно или невольно
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
- Вера Павлова – Трогающему грудь
- Вера Павлова – Торчащее обтесать
- Вера Павлова – Толстые икры правителей
- Вера Павлова – Телефонные кнопки
- Вера Павлова – Сражаться с прошлым
- Вера Павлова – Снежную бабочку-однодневку
- Вера Павлова – Снег
- Вера Павлова – Слово держу осторожно
- Вера Полозкова – Или, к примеру, стоял какой-нибудь
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

Adah Isaacs Menken (1835 – 1868) was an American actress and a performer, who painted painter and wrote a number of poems (31 published so far). She was supposedly the highest earning actress of her time. She was best known for her performance in the hippodrama Mazeppa (with libretto based on Pushkin’s work), it is said that the climax of the spectacle featured her apparently nude and riding a horse on stage. After great success for a few years with the play in New York and San Francisco, she appeared in a production in London and Paris, from 1864 to 1866. She was a friend of Alexander Dumas. Adah Menken died in Paris at the age of 33