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:
- Morning-Land by Siegfried Sassoon
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Оливер Голдсмит – Послание в прозе и стихах
- Our Fathers Also by Rudyard Kipling
- Alicante Lullaby by Sylvia Plath
- The Remains by Mark Strand
- Flutter by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Wild Dark Love Song by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- Island-Hearth by M. Ivana Trevisani Bach
- The Pilgrim by William Butler Yeats
- Низами Гянджеви – Лица серебряный овал в сиянье покажи
- Doom Of Exiles by Sylvia Plath
- The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Unlyric Love Song
- Youth
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
- Conviction (iii) by Stevie Smith
- Conviction (ii) by Stevie Smith
- Conviction (i) by Stevie Smith
- Bag-Snatching In Dublin by Stevie Smith
- Away, Melancholy by Stevie Smith
- Autumn by Stevie Smith
- Alone In The Woods by Stevie Smith
- The Triangle by Subhash Misra
- The Last Summer by Subhash Misra
- The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- The dawn by Sukumaran Devarajan
- Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
- Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
- Rainbow Hues by Suchi Gaur
- Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- Must Work by Steve Downes
- Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
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.