Since my psyche has languished and unwilling rhythm; The cryptic confession that my brain do bear.you gaze in your suborn power, by your mate-less vision.To me your alarm is higher; your doubtless mild mission! When you lead my soul in higher and do i fade through those tress, With the murmuring leaves of guest less pleasure, deep dwelt of dreary birds, And above, above i will fly, to seek the immortal gate of perceptional pleasure! .with a golden sum of sun ray, i will convey my lord my will of treasure!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Night At The Marina by Shreekumar Varma
- Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare
- Morale by Sunil Sharma
- Blank Dreams
- The Garden by Abraham Cowley
- Ode of Welcome by Oliver St. John Gogarty
- Владимир Костров – Не трогайте жанр
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лев, сраженный Человеком
- Robin Hood And The Butcher poem – Andrew Lang poems
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Valgovinds Boat Song
- I Sing The Body Electric by Philip Levine
- Bob The Fiddler by William Barnes
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
