All the wild waves rock’d in shadow,
And the world was dim and grey,
Dark and silent, hush’d and breathless,
Waiting calmly for the day.
And the golden light came stealing
O’er the mountain-tops at last-
Flooding vale and wood and upland,-
It was morning-night was past.
There they lay-the silvery waters,
Fruitful forests, glade and lawn;-
All in beauty, new-created
By the angel of the dawn.
*
So my spirit slept in twilight;-
All was quiet, grey, and still,
Till the dawn of Love came stealing,
Over Hope’s snow-crested hill.
Then the dim world woke in glory,
And the iris-dyes grew bright
On the waves and woods and valleys,
In a morning flood of light.
Ah! the vineyards and the gardens!-
Ah! the treasures, rich and rare,
Full of endless life and beauty,
Which that dawn created there!

A few random poems:
- A Meeting by Wendell Berry
- Robert Burns: Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell: On Returning a Newspaper.
- Listen Beloved
- Cities and Thrones and Powers by Rudyard Kipling
- Flora by William Morris
- Here’s to the Mice! by Vachel Lindsay
- How To Use Vellum For Your Card Making Ideas
- Ode to Duty by William Wordsworth
- Apology to Mr. Syme for not dining with him by Robert Burns
- Pollination by Pamela L. Laskin
- The Letter poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Queen’s Complaint by Sylvia Plath
- Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born poem – John Keats poems
- On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Alfred Lord Tennyson; The Coming Of Arthur poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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
- Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare
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.