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:
- A character of it’s own by Sylvan Lightbourne
- The Fair Singer poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Николай Гумилев – Лаос
- Apologize by Miraj Patel
- Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
- To a foil’d European Revolutionaire. by Walt Whitman
- A Florida Ghost. by Sidney Lanier
- On Twitter
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart: With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn
- The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
- St Ives by Roald Dahl
- STRANGE HAPPENINGS by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- Федор Тютчев – Как он любил родные ели
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
- First Anniversary poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Eyes And Tears poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum Et Bilboreum poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Dignissimo Suo Amico Doctori Wittie. De Translatione Vulgi poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Daphnis And Chloe poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Damon The Mower poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Cromwell’s Return poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Clorinda And Damon poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Bermudas poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Blake’s Victory poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- An Epitaph poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, then With My Lord Whitlock, Amba poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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.