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:
- Олег Григорьев – Был праздник с весельем и танцами
- Poppies on Ludlow Castle by Willa Cather
- Владимир Британишский – На конференции молодых геофизиков
- Not Speaking Of The Way poem – Yosano Akiko poems | Poetry Monster
- The Princess (part 5) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Яков Полонский – Поэт и гражданин, он призван был учить
- Юлия Друнина – Два вечера
- A Cradle Song by William Butler Yeats
- Yankee Doodle by Vachel Lindsay
- Юлия Друнина – Зима, зима нагрянет скоро
- Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece by Siegfried Sassoon
- Contradictions poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Мне скучно
- See, how I love you by Vinko Kalinić
- Epitaph On Mrs. M. Higgins, Of Weston by William Cowper
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
- Илона Грошева – Мой друг Евгений
- Илона Грошева – Мечтается Алине
- Илона Грошева – Любовь две синички на ветке
- Илона Грошева – Когда приходит Дима в парк
- Илона Грошева – Каждый год в себе несет воскресение
- Илона Грошева – Ира
- Иида Дакоцу – Сложено на вечере поэзии хайку в храме Номандзи
- Иида Дакоцу – Сквозь зимнюю мглу
- Иида Дакоцу – Синтоистское святилище у подножия горы в Одани
- Иида Дакоцу – С землею смешались
- Иида Дакоцу – Розу покинув
- Игорь Северянин – Sirel
- Игорь Северянин – Синее
- Игорь Северянин – Симфония
- Игорь Северянин – Шутливая рондель
- Игорь Северянин – Щит-солнце
- Игорь Северянин – Парижские Жоржики
- Игорь Северянин – Памяти В. Башкина
- Игорь Северянин – Памяти О.Н. Чюминой
- Игорь Северянин – Памяти Н.И. Кульбина
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.