The fairies break their dances
And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
The silver sail of dawn.
The candles burn their sockets,
The blinds let through the day,
The young man feels his pockets
And wonders what’s to pay.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не возьмут и невзгоды в крутой оборот…
- Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
- Вероника Тушнова – Ты не любишь считать облака
- Низами Гянджеви – Увы, на этой лужайке, где согнут страстью я,
- Robert Burns: Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss:
- Sword Blades and Poppy Seed poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Behold this Swarthy Face. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet CXXVII by William Shakespeare
- Davideis A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David Excerpt
- Most Sweet it is by William Wordsworth
- Spring poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Epitaph on James Grieve by Robert Burns
- The Magic Wand
- The Wold Wall by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Расчистка пути (РОСТА)
Some external links:
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).
