Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
82. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
83. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
84. Athanasia 1/3/2003
85. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
86. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
87. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
88. To My Wife 1/3/2003
89. Chanson 5/18/2001
90. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
91. Greece 1/3/2003
92. Easter Day 5/18/2001
93. By The Arno 5/18/2001
94. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
95. Ravenna 1/3/2003
96. Desespoir 1/3/2003
97. At Verona 5/18/2001
98. A Fragment 4/1/2010
99. Requiescat 5/18/2001
100. My Voice 5/18/2001
101. Apologia 5/18/2001
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. In The Forest 1/3/2003
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. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
109. A Vision 5/18/2001
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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