Oh, Masters, you who rule the world,
Will you not wait with me awhile,
When swords are sheathed and sails are furled,
And all the fields with harvest smile?
I would not waste your time for long,
I ask you but, when you are tired,
To read how by the weak, the strong
Are weighed and worshipped and desired.
When weary of the Mart, the Loom,
The Withering-house, the Riffle-blocks,
The Barrack-square, the Engine-room,
The pick-axe, ringing on the rocks,–
When tents are pitched and work is done,
While restful twilight broods above,
By fresh-lit lamp, or dying sun,
See in my songs how women love.
We shared your lonely watch by night,
We knew you faithful at the helm,
Our thoughts went with you through the fight,
That saved a soul,–or wrecked a realm
Ah, how our hearts leapt forth to you,
In pride and joy, when you prevailed,
And when you died, serene and true:
–We wept in silence when you failed!
Oh, brain that did not gain the gold!
Oh, arm, that could not wield the sword,
Here is the love, that is not sold,
Here are the hearts to hail you Lord!
You played and lost the game? What then?
The rules are harsh and hard we know,
You, still, Oh, brothers, are the men
Whom we in secret reverence so.
Your work was waste? Maybe your share
Lay in the hour you laughed and kissed;
Who knows but what your son shall wear
The laurels that his father missed?
Ay, you who win, and you who lose,
Whether you triumph,–or despair,–
When your returning footsteps choose
The homeward track, our love is there.
For, since the world is ordered thus,
To you the fame, the stress, the sword,
We can but wait, until to us
You give yourselves, for our reward.
To Whaler’s deck and Coral beach,
To lonely Ranch and Frontier-Fort,
Beyond the narrow bounds of speech
I lay the cable of my thought.
I fain would send my thanks to you,
(Though who am I, to give you praise?)
Since what you are, and work you do,
Are lessons for our easier ways.
‘Neath alien stars your camp-fires glow,
I know you not,–your tents are far.
My hope is but in song to show,
How honoured and dear you are.
A few random poems:
- The Flower poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Beacon Fires
- Константин Бальмонт – Что достойно, что бесчестно
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose by William Wordsworth
- On An Insight On Grecian Spring by Nithin Purple
- Song—Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- Paradise Lost: Book 01 poem – John Milton poems
- Николай Гумилев – Когда спокойно так и равнодушно мы
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Lament For Culloden by Robert Burns
- Grey eyed Goddess by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Алексей Жемчужников – Осенью в швейцарской деревне
- A Day on the Beach of War by Tony Stringfellow
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
- The Illusion of Love by Sarojini Naidu
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- The Snake Charmer by Sarojini Naidu
- The Queen’s Rival by Sarojini Naidu
- In The Bazaars of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- Village Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Transcience by Sarojini Naidu
- Suttee by Sarojini Naidu
- Street Cries by Sarojini Naidu
- Song Of A Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Past and Future by Sarojini Naidu
- Palanquin Bearers by Sarojini Naidu
- Ode to H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- My Dead Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Life by Sarojini Naidu
- Leili by Sarojini Naidu
- Indian Weavers by Sarojini Naidu
- Indian Love Song by Sarojini Naidu
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.