Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
82. Ballade De Marguerite 5/18/2001
83. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
84. Helas! 5/18/2001
85. Endymion 5/18/2001
86. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
87. Chanson 5/18/2001
88. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
89. By The Arno 5/18/2001
90. Easter Day 5/18/2001
91. Ravenna 1/3/2003
92. Desespoir 1/3/2003
93. Greece 1/3/2003
94. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
95. At Verona 5/18/2001
96. Requiescat 5/18/2001
97. My Voice 5/18/2001
98. To My Wife 1/3/2003
99. A Fragment 4/1/2010
100. A Lament 4/1/2010
101. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. In The Forest 1/3/2003
104. Ava Maria Plena Gratia 5/18/2001
105. Apologia 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
...

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Santa Decca

THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

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