Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
82. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
83. Helas! 5/18/2001
84. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
85. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
86. Chanson 5/18/2001
87. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
88. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
89. Easter Day 5/18/2001
90. By The Arno 5/18/2001
91. Roses And Rue 1/3/2003
92. Greece 1/3/2003
93. Ravenna 1/3/2003
94. Desespoir 1/3/2003
95. To My Wife 1/3/2003
96. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
97. At Verona 5/18/2001
98. A Fragment 4/1/2010
99. My Voice 5/18/2001
100. Requiescat 5/18/2001
101. In The Forest 1/3/2003
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. Apologia 5/18/2001
104. A Lament 4/1/2010
105. Ava Maria Plena Gratia 5/18/2001
106. Amor Intellectualis 5/18/2001
107. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol 5/18/2001
108. A Vision 5/18/2001
109. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
110. Her Voice 5/18/2001
Best Poem of Oscar Wilde

Her Voice

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,--
It shall be, I said, for eternity
...

Read the full of Her Voice

Rome Unvisited

I.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.

And here I set my face towards home,
For all my pilgrimage is done,
Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun

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