A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
They lay the slender body down
With all its wealth of wetted hair,
Only a daughter of the town,
But very young and slight and fair.
The eyes, whose light one cannot see,
Are sombre doubtless, like the tresses,
The mouth’s soft curvings seem to be
A roseate series of caresses.
And where the skin has all but dried
(The air is sultry in the room)
Upon her breast and either side,
It shows a soft and amber bloom.
By women here, who knew her life,
A leper husband, I am told,
Took all this loveliness to wife
When it was barely ten years old.
And when the child in shocked dismay
Fled from the hated husband’s care
He caught and tied her, so they say,
Down to his bedside by her hair.
To some low quarter of the town,
Escaped a second time, she flew;
Her beauty brought her great renown
And many lovers here she knew,
When, as the mystic Eastern night
With purple shadow filled the air,
Behind her window framed in light,
She sat with jasmin in her hair.
At last she loved a youth, who chose
To keep this wild flower for his own,
He in his garden set his rose
Where it might bloom for him alone.
Cholera came; her lover died,
Want drove her to the streets again,
And women found her there, who tried
To turn her beauty into gain.
But she who in those garden ways
Had learnt of Love, would now no more
Be bartered in the market place
For silver, as in days before.
That former life she strove to change;
She sold the silver off her arms,
While all the world grew cold and strange
To broken health and fading charms.
Till, finding lovers, but no friend,
Nor any place to rest or hide,
She grew despairing at the end,
Slipped softly down a well and died.
And yet, how short, when all is said,
This little life of love and tears!
Her age, they say, beside her bed,
To-day is only fifteen years.

A few random poems:
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- An Evening Song. by Sidney Lanier
- Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton by William Wordsworth
- Mediums. by Walt Whitman
- Константин Бальмонт – Морозные узоры
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лесные дороги
- Sting by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Appointment by Ruth Padel
- “Advance – Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground” by William Wordsworth
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Геракл (перевод)
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- A Misty Morning by Mary Etta Mietcalf
- The Fairy’s Gift poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Жан де Лафонтен – Волк и Лисица на суде перед Обезьяной
- Offerings. by Walt Whitman
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
- The Old Maids Story
- The Night
- The Mob
- The Midnight Mass
- The Magic Wand
- The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
- The Last Battle Of The Cid
- The Kind Word
- The Hands That Hang Down
- The Hand In The Dark
- The Future Verdict
- The Easter Decorations
- The Dawn
- The Dawn Of Gods Sabbath
- The Crown Of Thorns
- The Coo Of The Cushat
- The Candle Of The Lord
- The Baptistry
- Sic Vos Non Vobis
- Seed Time And Harvest
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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.