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:
- Федор Сологуб – Слепой судьбе противореча
- Кондратий Рылеев – Извинение перед Н.М. Тевяшовой
- I did not want to stop you by Luz del Alba Nicola
- Poem65
- Sonnet 01
- Владимир Высоцкий – В холода, в холода
- The Dead Woman poem – Pablo Neruda
- Василий Курочкин – Как не вскрикнуть тут с поэтом
- Hard To Please by Shel Silverstein
- Something by Robert Creeley
- Юлия Жадовская – Говорят придет пора
- Юрий Левитанский – Кто-то так уже писал
- The Mountain Crumbles by Rashmi
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci poem – John Keats poems
- A Forest Hymn by William Cullen Bryant
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
- Sonnet LXIV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LXIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LXII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LXI by William Shakespeare
- To the Fringed Gentian by William Cullen Bryant
- To a Waterfowl by William Cullen Bryant
- To A Cloud by William Cullen Bryant
- The Yellow Violet by William Cullen Bryant
- The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant
- The Strange Lady by William Cullen Bryant
- The Skies by William Cullen Bryant
- The Living Lost by William Cullen Bryant
- The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
- The Death of the Flowers by William Cullen Bryant
- The Death of Lincoln by William Cullen Bryant
- The Constellations by William Cullen Bryant
- Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant
- Summer Wind by William Cullen Bryant
- Spring in Town by William Cullen Bryant
- October by William Cullen Bryant
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.