A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Do you ever think of me? you who died
Ere our Youth’s first fervour chilled,
With your soft eyes and your pulses stilled
Lying alone, aside,
Do you ever think of me, left in the light,
From the endless calm of your dawnless night?
I am faithful always: I do not say
That the lips which thrilled to your lips of old
To lesser kisses are always cold;
Had you wished for this in its narrow sense
Our love perhaps had been less intense;
But as we held faithfulness, you and I,
I am faithful always, as you who lie,
Asleep for ever, beneath the grass,
While the days and nights and the seasons pass,–
Pass away.
I keep your memory near my heart,
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,
Till long live over, I too depart
To the infinite night where perhaps you are.
Oh, are you anywhere? Loved so well!
I would rather know you alive in Hell
Than think your beauty is nothing now,
With its deep dark eyes and tranquil brow
Where the hair fell softly. Can this be true
That nothing, nowhere, exists of you?
Nothing, nowhere, oh, loved so well
I have _never_ forgotten.
Do you still keep
Thoughts of me through your dreamless sleep?
Oh, gone from me! lost in Eternal Night,
Lost Star of light,
Risen splendidly, set so soon,
Through the weariness of life’s afternoon
I dream of your memory yet.
My loved and lost, whom I could not save,
My youth went down with you to the grave,
Though other planets and stars may rise,
I dream of your soft and sorrowful eyes
And I cannot forget.
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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
- Стефан Малларме – Подавленное тучей
- Стефан Малларме – Отходит кружево опять
- Стефан Малларме – О, зеркало
- Стефан Малларме – Милостыня
- Стефан Малларме – Гробница Эдгара По
- Стефан Малларме – Ее ногтей ожив, что ожил из пароса
- Стефан Малларме – Дар поэмы
- Станислав Востоков – Стой, кто идёт
- Станислав Востоков – Не хочется отцу и маме
- Станислав Востоков – Не умею
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Я для песни задушевной
- Спиридон Дрожжин – В деревне
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Свети мне, солнышко
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Смерть коня-пахаря
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Рожь
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Песня пахаря
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Первая борозда
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Люблю я сельский мой приют
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Из поэмы “Дуняша”
- София Парнок – В земле бесплодной не взойти зерну
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
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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.