A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
There is something so beseeching in the attitude of sleep,
A pathetic resignation, most appealing to the heart. .
There must surely be some secret that the eyes in slumber keep,
Which the lips, on their awakening, could not, if they would, impart.
See yon Slave from Sus, recumbent, with his ebon arms outspread
On the marigolds he crushes to a sheet of golden flowers,
How the mystery of dreaming lends a halo to his head,
And exalts him to a level never reached in waking hours.
In the form that lies impassive, while the sea-wind comes and goes
And uplifts his rags in pity, on its cool refreshing breath
There is something so prophetic of the Last and Great Repose:
Sleep has borrowed, in its quietude, the Dignity of Death.
Though his parted lips are wordless, though he breathes no uttered prayer
Yet his silence seems imploring “Let me deem the noonday night,
For my dreams are velvet-breasted, and they shelter me from care,
I entreat thee not to wake me to the sorrows of the light.”
Ah, sleep on, in peace, my brother, to awaken when thou wi1t,
From the dreams that treat thee kindly, and the rest that sets thee free.
With the wild fig for thy canopy, the marigolds thy quilt,
And, to serve thee for a lullaby, the thunder of the Sea’

A few random poems:
- A Song On The Baths by William Strode
 - Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer by Robert Burns
 - October by William Cullen Bryant
 - To The Nile poem – John Keats poems
 - The First Part: Sonnet 4 – Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains, by William Drummond
 - Jeane’s Wedden Day In Mornen by William Barnes
 - The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance poem – Ezra Pound poems
 - Гавриил Державин – Анакреоново удовольствие
 - The Breaking Point by Stephen Vincent Benet
 - Константин Бальмонт – Если грустно тебе
 - Владимир Маяковский – Пятый интернационал
 - Lament For Culloden by Robert Burns
 - The Mystic Isle by Rainbow Reed
 - Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97
 - Tonic For Victory
 
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- Аля Кудряшева – Про ангелов
 - Аля Кудряшева – Поперек
 - Аля Кудряшева – Помнишь, как это
 - Аля Кудряшева – Пой мне еще, что я могу изменить
 - Аля Кудряшева – По дому бегает Марфа
 - Аля Кудряшева – Осень в городе
 - Аля Кудряшева – Октябрь был дождем, непонятным месяцем
 - Аля Кудряшева – Ну что я могу ответить
 - Аля Кудряшева – Ночное
 - Аля Кудряшева – Невозможно держать в памяти все человечество
 - Аля Кудряшева – Не бойся, милый
 - Аля Кудряшева – Молитва
 - Аля Кудряшева – Мне снился
 - Аля Кудряшева – Меня мотает тянет ведет налево
 - Аля Кудряшева – М. и П.
 - Аля Кудряшева – Когда наступает вечер
 - Аля Кудряшева – Какое там говорить. Я дышу с трудом
 - Аля Кудряшева – И кстати, еще бывает уездный гор
 - Аля Кудряшева – И если Богу нужны гимнасты
 - Аля Кудряшева – Это просто слишком длинная осень
 
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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.