“The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”
“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.”
Our spirit-ay, our own!-the tree whose fruits
Have never fail’d-the sign upon the door
‘Twixt us and God’s intelligent dumb brutes,
That parts us evermore!
Our spirit-last, best gift-still unbereft
Of treasures stored in Eden’s happy land;
One fragment of the human, as it left
The Divine Maker’s hand.
That seal of our high birth He did allow
Toea unharm’d the sin and woe and strife;
That remnant of our godhead-wanting now
Only the “breath of life.”
Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord
Made use to be His equals, fit to fill
His throne-our free wills brought into accord
With His own sovereign will.
Our spirit-not the feeble soul which came
With our dishonour’d state and its new needs;
And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,
That daily breaks and bleeds.
Our spirit-our unshatter’d lamp-still ours-
Fill’d with the heavenly essence, as of yore,-
To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,
And light the wreck to shore.
Ay, ’tis the same-the same! It hath not shared
The mutilation and the curse and blight;
When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared-
Only deprived of Light.
O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope
For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?
In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,
While yet the Christ was dumb,
Thou knowest it search’d for every wandering ray,
And never wearied of the weary quest;
And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,
A glimmer in its breast.
O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down-
Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!
Circle each candle with its flaming crown,
Its cloven tongue of fire!

A few random poems:
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- Tracks In The Private Country
- Décembre austral by Patryck Froissart
- The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence by W. S. Merwin
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England poem – John Keats poems
- Юрий Энтин – Слово про слово
- The Gate by Marie Howe
- Furious Wounds by Satish Verma
- Start Growing by Rixa White
- To The Unattainable Lament Of Mahomed Akram
- Владимир Высоцкий – Там были генеральши, были жёны офицеров
- The Bridge by Russell Edson
- On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody
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
- Afridi Love
- Adoration
- Whispering In Wattle Boughs
- Thoras Song Ashtaroth
- The Swimmer
- The Sick Stockrider
- The Last Leap
- Gone
- An Exiles Farewell
- A Song Of Autumn
- A Dedication
- Medical Ethics
- Vain
- Myself
- My Heritage
- Miserimus
- Memory
- Karazah Karl
- Judith
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.