A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
You will be mine; those lightly dancing feet,
Falling as softly on the careless street
As the wind-loosened petals of a flower,
Will bring you here, at the Appointed Hour.
And all the Temple’s little links and laws
Will not for long protect your loveliness.
I have a stronger force to aid my cause,
Nature’s great Law, to love and to possess!
Throughout those sleepless watches, when I lay
Wakeful, desiring what I might not see,
I knew (it helped those hours, from dusk to day),
In this one thing, Fate would be kind to me.
You will consent, through all my veins like wine
This prescience flows; your lips meet mine above,
Your clear soft eyes look upward into mine
Dim in a silent ecstasy of love.
The clustered softness of your waving hair,
That curious paleness which enchants me so,
And all your delicate strength and youthful air,
Destiny will compel you to bestow!
Refuse, withdraw, and hesitate awhile,
Your young reluctance does but fan the flame;
My partner, Love, waits, with a tender smile,
Who play against him play a losing game.
I, strong in nothing else, have strength in this,
The subtlest, most resistless, force we know
Is aiding me; and you must stoop and kiss:
The genius of the race will have it so!
Yet, make it not too long, nor too intense
My thirst; lest I should break beneath the strain,
And the worn nerves, and over-wearied sense,
Enjoy not what they spent themselves to gain.
Lest, in the hour when you consent to share
That human passion Beauty makes divine,
I, over worn, should find you over fair,
Lest I should die before I make you mine.
You will consent, those slim, reluctant feet,
Falling as lightly on the careless street
As the white petals of a wind-worn flower,
Will bring you here, at the Appointed Hour.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Олег Бундур – Я несу домой морошку
- Олег Бундур – Я не плачу
- Олег Бундур – Я болею
- Олег Бундур – Хорошее слово
- Олег Бундур – Всё живёт
- Олег Бундур – Время со Светой
- Олег Бундур – Вращения
- Олег Бундур – Вовка дразнит Свету
- Олег Бундур – Вопросы
- Олег Бундур – Вместо нас
- Олег Бундур – Вид с задней парты
- Олег Бундур – Весна
- Олег Бундур – Вечером
- Олег Бундур – В зоологическом музее
- Олег Бундур – В саду
- Олег Бундур – В огороде
- Олег Бундур – В гостях на великом
- Олег Бундур – В глухом лесу
- Олег Бундур – Ужин
- Олег Бундур – Утром
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works

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.