A summer wind blows through the open porch,
And, ‘neath the rustling eaves,
A summer light of moonrise, calm and pale,
Shines through a vale of leaves.
The soft gusts bring a scent of summer flowers,
Fresh with the falling dew,
And round the doorway, glimmering white as snow,
The tender petals strew.
Clear through the silence, from a reedy pool
The curlew’s whistle thrills;
A lonely mopoke sorrowfully cries
From the far-folding hills.
O lovely night, and yet so sad and strange!
My fingers touch the key;
And down the empty church my Christmas song
Goes ringing, glad and free.
Each sweet note knocks at dreaming memory’s door,
And memory wakes in pain;
The spectral faces she had turn’d away
Come crowding in again.
The air seems full of music all around-
I know not what I hear,
The multitudinous echoes of the past,
Or these few voices near.
Ah me! the dim aisle vaguely widens out,
I see me stand therein;
A glory of grey sculpture takes the light
A winter morn brings in.
No more I smell the fragrant jessamine flowers
That flake a moonlit floor;
The rustling night-breeze and the open porch
I hear and see no more.
Great solemn windows, down a long, long nave
Their shadow’d rainbows fling;
Dark Purbeck shafts, with hoary capitals,
In carven archways spring.
And overhead the throbbing organ waves
Roll in one mighty sea,
Bearing the song the herald angels sang
Of Christ’s nativity.
Dear hands touch mine beneath the open book,
Sweet eyes look in my face,-
They smile, they melt in darkness; I am snatch’d
From my familiar place.
The summer night-wind blows upon my tears;
Its flowery scent is pain.
O cold, white day! O noble minster-when
May I come back again!
To hear the angels’ anthem shake the air,
Where never discord jars,-
The Christmas carols in the windy street,
Under the frosty stars;
The dream-like falling from the still, grey skies,
With falling flakes of snow,
Of mellow chimes from old cathedral bells,
Solemn and sweet and slow.
To hear loved footsteps beating time with mine
Along the churchyard path,-
To see that ring of faces once again
Drawn round the blazing hearth.
When may I come? O Lord, when may I go?
Nay, I must wait Thy will.
Give patience, Lord, and in Thine own best way
My hopes and prayers fulfil.
A few random poems:
- God’s Grandeur by Ted Hughes
- Peace Universal Good
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Молитва
- Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux
- Rich or Poor by William Henry Davies
- A Wild Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- In The Village Of My Ancestors by Vasko Popa
- A Conceit by Maya Angelou
- Юрий Верховский – Ах, душечка моя, как нынче мне светло
- Такахама Кёси – Как никогда
- Иосиф Бродский – Бюст Тиберия
- The Cactus
- Pentridge By The River by William Barnes
- Николай Гербель – Песнь лейб-гвардии уланского полка
- My Mask poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- CBSE Education: Teaching Creative Learning
- Trendy Madness In Fashion Meccas
- 8 Creative Tips for Clickable Video Ads
- How Do You Know when Someone is in Love with You?
- Meditation For Writing – Three Tips to Improve your Writing with Creative Meditation
- 11 Amazing Autistic Famous People
- Be Healthier, Live Longer By Being Creative!
- How To Publish Your Writing With Duotrope
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- Interior Design Institutes in Dehradun
- Unrequited Love – Why Can’t You Love Me Back?
- Transsexual Children Confused by Body Image
- Youths Can Raise Funds, Fight Drug Abuse Through Education
- Passion For Light
- Love and Burgers: Compatible or Incompatible Relationship?
- Sex – Hinduism Shows the Scientific Way!
- Book Review – The Elements of Style by Strunk and White
- Poetic Vision – Heaven’s Door
- Can Sri Lankan Women Be Creative? Review From A Third World Country!
- Yoga and Love – Part I
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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.