Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Madonna Mia - Poem by Oscar Wilde

A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe.
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (5/5/2014 4:23:00 AM)

    Oscar you deserve an Oscar for this poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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