Mar 19 2005

Helas Oscar Wilde

Published by at 2:24 am under Oscar Wilde Love Poems


Sad love Poem by Oscar Wilde

To drift with every passion till my soul

Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away

Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll

Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,

Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod

The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance

Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.

Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod

I did but touch the honey of romance

And must I lose a soul’s inheritance?

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  1. ginaon 23 Aug 2008 at 3:40 pm

    what makes you wonder

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