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:
- Baby’s Way by Rabindranath Tagore
- Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Картошка
- Ode to Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- Silence by Thomas Hood
- To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
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- Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
- Epigram : On The Inventor Of Gunpowder (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Poem poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Astigmatism by Satish Verma
- Rhyme by Sylvia Plath
- Heaven and You by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- First let the kennel be the huntsman’s care by William Somervile
- Urban Caterpillar by Minal Sarosh
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
- Hero by Siegfried Sassoon
- Haunted by Siegfried Sassoon
- Golgotha by Siegfried Sassoon
- Goblin Revel by Siegfried Sassoon
- Glory Of Women by Siegfried Sassoon
- France by Siegfried Sassoon
- Fight to a Finish by Siegfried Sassoon
- Fancy Dress by Siegfried Sassoon
- Falling Asleep by Siegfried Sassoon
- Everyone Sang by Siegfried Sassoon
- Enemies by Siegfried Sassoon
- Elegy by Siegfried Sassoon
- Editorial Impressions by Siegfried Sassoon
- Dryads by Siegfried Sassoon
- Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Dream-Forest by Siegfried Sassoon
- Does It Matter? by Siegfried Sassoon
- Died of Wounds by Siegfried Sassoon
- Devotion to Duty by Siegfried Sassoon
- Dead Musicians by Siegfried Sassoon
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.