A summer wind blows through the open porch,
And, ‘neath the rustling eaves,
A summer light of moonrise, calm and pale,
Shines through a vale of leaves.
The soft gusts bring a scent of summer flowers,
Fresh with the falling dew,
And round the doorway, glimmering white as snow,
The tender petals strew.
Clear through the silence, from a reedy pool
The curlew’s whistle thrills;
A lonely mopoke sorrowfully cries
From the far-folding hills.
O lovely night, and yet so sad and strange!
My fingers touch the key;
And down the empty church my Christmas song
Goes ringing, glad and free.
Each sweet note knocks at dreaming memory’s door,
And memory wakes in pain;
The spectral faces she had turn’d away
Come crowding in again.
The air seems full of music all around-
I know not what I hear,
The multitudinous echoes of the past,
Or these few voices near.
Ah me! the dim aisle vaguely widens out,
I see me stand therein;
A glory of grey sculpture takes the light
A winter morn brings in.
No more I smell the fragrant jessamine flowers
That flake a moonlit floor;
The rustling night-breeze and the open porch
I hear and see no more.
Great solemn windows, down a long, long nave
Their shadow’d rainbows fling;
Dark Purbeck shafts, with hoary capitals,
In carven archways spring.
And overhead the throbbing organ waves
Roll in one mighty sea,
Bearing the song the herald angels sang
Of Christ’s nativity.
Dear hands touch mine beneath the open book,
Sweet eyes look in my face,-
They smile, they melt in darkness; I am snatch’d
From my familiar place.
The summer night-wind blows upon my tears;
Its flowery scent is pain.
O cold, white day! O noble minster-when
May I come back again!
To hear the angels’ anthem shake the air,
Where never discord jars,-
The Christmas carols in the windy street,
Under the frosty stars;
The dream-like falling from the still, grey skies,
With falling flakes of snow,
Of mellow chimes from old cathedral bells,
Solemn and sweet and slow.
To hear loved footsteps beating time with mine
Along the churchyard path,-
To see that ring of faces once again
Drawn round the blazing hearth.
When may I come? O Lord, when may I go?
Nay, I must wait Thy will.
Give patience, Lord, and in Thine own best way
My hopes and prayers fulfil.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Электричество – вид энергии
- On Late Acquired Wealth (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Prison Souvenirs, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- Федор Сологуб – В моих мечтах такое постоянство
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Roses And The Mothers Cannot Choose by William Alexander
- The Voice of Woman by Shahida Latif
- Владимир Британишский – A за Уралом – сгустки городов
- The Death Of A Fly by Russell Edson
- Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) poem – Ezra Pound poems
- last words to the moon by Raj Arumugam
- Bulgarian Lullaby by Vasil Slavov
- Old Ladies’ Home by Sylvia Plath
- Epistle to Colonel de Peyster by Robert Burns
- Владимир Луговской – Алайский рынок
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
- A New Broom by Witt Wittmann
- A Form Of Women by Robert Creely
- A Sonnet Occasioned by the Bad Weather Which Hindered the Sports at New-Market in January, 1616 by William Drummond
- A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace by John Oxenham
- Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
- I think it rains by Wole Soyinka
- Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
- As Like The Woman As You Can by William Ernest Henley
- A Thanksgiving by William Ernest Henley
- At Queensferry by William Ernest Henley
- A New Song to an Old Tune by William Ernest Henley
- A Love By The Sea by William Ernest Henley
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- A Dainty Thing’s The Villanelle by William Ernest Henley
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Youth And Age by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Truisms by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of A Toyokuni Colour-Print by William Ernest Henley
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights by William Ernest Henley
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

Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.