A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Alone, I wait, till her twilight gate
The Night slips quietly through,
With shadow and gloom, and purple bloom,
Flung over the Zenith blue.
Her stars that tremble, would fain dissemble
Light over lovers thrown,–
Her hush and mystery know no history
Such as day may own.
Day has record of pleasure and pain,
But things that are done by Night remain
For ever and ever unknown.
For a thousand years, ‘neath a thousand skies,
Night has brought men love;
Therefore the old, old longings rise
As the light grows dim above.
Therefore, now that the shadows close,
And the mists weird and white,
While Time is scented with musk and rose;
Magic with silver light.
I long for love; will you grant me some?
Day is over at last.
Come! as lovers have always come,
Through the evenings of the Past.
Swiftly, as lovers have always come,
Softly, as lovers have always come
Through the long-forgotten Past.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Here’s A Health To Them That’s Awa:
- The Kiss — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Dawn Of Gods Sabbath
- Ah! Sun-Flower by William Blake
- Robert Burns: A Vision:
- Plaidoirie for a “Prince” of Jaffna by T. Wignesan
- Thompson’s Lunch Room – Grand Central Station poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Yarrow Visited by William Wordsworth
- Archaic Torso Of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
- Михаил Ломоносов – На Сарское село августа 24 дня 1764 года
- let’s love the lawn by Raj Arumugam
- Низами Гянджеви – Встань, виночерпий, не ленись
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Молкнущий вечер во мгле
- The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk by Rabindranath Tagore
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- To Foreign Lands. by Walt Whitman
- To a Western Boy. by Walt Whitman
- To a Pupil. by Walt Whitman
- To a President. by Walt Whitman
- To a Locomotive in Winter. by Walt Whitman
- To a Historian. by Walt Whitman
- To a foil’d European Revolutionaire. by Walt Whitman
- To a Common Prostitute. by Walt Whitman
- To a Certain Civilian. by Walt Whitman
- To a Certain Cantatrice. by Walt Whitman
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Thou Reader. by Walt Whitman
- Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling. by Walt Whitman
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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.