A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
‘T is eight miles out and eight miles in,
Just at the break of morn.
‘T is ice without and flame within,
To gain a kiss at dawn!
Far, where the Lilac Hills arise
Soft from the misty plain,
A lone enchanted hollow lies
Where I at last drew rein.
Midwinter grips this lonely land,
This stony, treeless waste,
Where East, due East, across the sand,
We fly in fevered haste.
Pull up! the East will soon be red,
The wild duck westward fly,
And make above my anxious head,
Triangles in the sky.
Like wind we go; we both are still
So young; all thanks to Fate!
(It cuts like knives, this air so chill,)
Dear God! if I am late!
Behind us, wrapped in mist and sleep
The Ruined City lies,
(Although we race, we seem to creep!)
While lighter grow the skies.
Eight miles out only, eight miles in,
Good going all the way;
But more and more the clouds begin
To redden into day.
And every snow-tipped peak grows pink
An iridescent gem!
My heart beats quick, with joy, to think
How I am nearing them!
As mile on mile behind us falls,
Till, Oh, delight! I see
My Heart’s Desire, who softly calls
Across the gloom to me.
The utter joy of that First Love
No later love has given,
When, while the skies grew light above,
We entered into Heaven.
A few random poems:
- Come by Sara Teasdale
- Sonnet CII by William Shakespeare
- Cholera Camp by Rudyard Kipling
- Константин Бальмонт – Чет и нечет
- Низами Гянджеви – Тропы мне ни в духан, ни к богу нету
- On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H. by William Matthews
- Ballades III – Of Blue China poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Moment I knew my Life had Changed by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
- A Man (In Memory of H. of M.) by Thomas Hardy
- Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life by William Shakespeare
- Inversnaid poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Translated poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Николай Тихонов – Длинный путь
- Олег Григорьев – Разбил в туалете сосуд
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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 Blessed by William Butler Yeats
- The Black Tower by William Butler Yeats
- The Balloon Of The Mind by William Butler Yeats
- The Ballad Of The Foxhunter by William Butler Yeats
- The Ballad Of Moll Magee by William Butler Yeats
- The Ballad Of Father O’Hart by William Butler Yeats
- The Ballad Of Father Gilligan by William Butler Yeats
- The Arrow by William Butler Yeats
- The Apparitions by William Butler Yeats
- That The Night Come by William Butler Yeats
- Symbols by William Butler Yeats
- Swift’s Epitaph by William Butler Yeats
- Sweet Dancer by William Butler Yeats
- Supernatural Songs by William Butler Yeats
- Stream And Sun At Glendalough by William Butler Yeats
- Statistics by William Butler Yeats
- Spilt Milk by William Butler Yeats
- Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower’ by William Butler Yeats
- Solomon To Sheba by William Butler Yeats
- Solomon And The Witch by William Butler Yeats
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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.