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. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
85. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
86. Athanasia 1/3/2003
87. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
88. Ravenna 1/3/2003
89. To My Wife 1/3/2003
90. Chanson 5/18/2001
91. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
92. Greece 1/3/2003
93. Easter Day 5/18/2001
94. By The Arno 5/18/2001
95. Desespoir 1/3/2003
96. A Fragment 4/1/2010
97. At Verona 5/18/2001
98. Requiescat 5/18/2001
99. My Voice 5/18/2001
100. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
101. Apologia 5/18/2001
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. A Lament 4/1/2010
104. In The Forest 1/3/2003
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
...

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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