Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

A Lament - Poem by Oscar Wilde

O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees. -
O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone. -
But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.

Comments about A Lament by Oscar Wilde

  • Rajnish Manga (1/9/2017 1:09:00 PM)

    Wonderful piece of poetry. I first read it in my school. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/4/2017 3:42:00 PM)

    Wide domain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (1/4/2017 12:55:00 PM)

    Blessings come even from deprivation, sometimes. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/4/2017 4:33:00 AM)

    tom allport
    with life's choices we hope for more. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/4/2017 2:40:00 AM)

    Excellent piece written here++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • (10/17/2015 6:21:00 PM)

    ....truly extraordinary, touches my soul ★ (Report) Reply

  • Joe Breunig (1/9/2014 9:50:00 AM)

    A delightful piece; title doesn't do this poem justice; I'd suggest to be nearer..., but I know that he is deceased.

    -Joe Breunig,
    Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

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