Whispering in Wattle -Boughs
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred
And rustled by the scented breath of Spring;
Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging!
Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering!
Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship crossed the brine,
On the gangway one mute handgrip we exchanged,
Do you, past the grave, employ, for your stubborn reckless boy,
Those petitions that in life were ne’er estranged?
Oh, tell me, sister dear—parting word and parting tear
Never passed between us: let me bear the blame—
Are you living, girl, or dead? bitter tears since then I’ve shed
For the lips that lisped with mine a mother’s name.
Oh, tell me, ancient friend, ever ready to defend
In our boyhood, at the base of life’s long hill,
Are you waking yet or sleeping? Have you left this vale of weeping,
Or do you, like your comrade, linger still?
Oh, whisper, buried love, is there rest and peace above?—
There is little hope or comfort here below;
On your sweet face lies the mould, and your bed is strait and cold—
Near the harbour where the sea-tides ebb and flow.
All silent—they are dumb—and the breezes go and come
With an apathy that mocks at man’s distress;
Laugh, scoffer, while you may! I could bow me down and pray
For an answer that might stay my bitterness.
Oh, harshly screams the bird, and the wattle-bloom is stirred;
There’s a sullen weird-like whisper in the bough:
‘Aye, kneel and pray and weep, but HIS BELOVED SLEEP
CAN NEVER BE DISTURBED BY SUCH AS THOU!’
A few random poems:
- The World is with Me by Thomas Hood
- Олег Чупров – Не хочется мне славы громкой
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- Шекспир – А это смерть – Сонет 64
- Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Луговской – Фотограф
- Just A Dance by Tiffany M
- I Know A Man by Robert Creeley
- Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Утро
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- Федор Тютчев – Как ни бесилося злоречье
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сыт я по горло, до подбородка
- The Net Of Memory
- Erasing Amyloo by Russell Edson
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
- Николай Карамзин – Из письма к И. И. Дмитриеву (Что ж может быть любви и счастия быстрее)
- Николай Карамзин – Из мелодрамы Петр Великий (Жил был в свете добрый царь)
- Николай Карамзин – Истина
- Николай Карамзин – Impromptu графине Р, которой в одной святошной игре досталось быть королевою
- Николай Карамзин – Илья Муромец
- Николай Карамзин – Граф Гваринос
- Николай Карамзин – Господину Дмитриеву на болезнь его (Болезнь есть часть живущих в мире)
- Николай Карамзин – Гимн слепых
- Николай Карамзин – Гимн
- Николай Карамзин – Филлиде
- Николай Карамзин – Эпитафия (Он жил в сем мире для того)
- Николай Карамзин – Эпитафия Джону Гею
- Николай Карамзин – Эпиграмма (Я знаю, для чего Крадон)
- Николай Карамзин – Две песни
- Николай Карамзин – Дурной вкус
- Николай Карамзин – Делиины слова
- Николай Карамзин – Часто здесь в юдоли мрачной
- Николай Карамзин – Берег
- Николай Карамзин – Анакреонтические стихи А. А. Петрову
- Николай Карамзин – Алина
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

Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870) was an Australian or British-Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He is considered to be one of the first national Australian poets.