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
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Глазков – Почему я отказался от самолёта
- Solitudes by Satish Verma
- Олег Бундур – Учительница открыла журнал
- Little Flute by Rabindranath Tagore
- Карл Сэндберг – Три слова
- A Day Dream by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Ольга Берггольц – В ложе Цимлянского моря
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop by William Butler Yeats
- To Mæcenas by Phillis Wheatley
- Eclogue:–The Common A-Took In by William Barnes
- A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old by William Butler Yeats
- Hey birds by Raj Arumugam
- Meditatio poem – Ezra Pound poems
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).
