A Lament Poem by Oscar Wilde

A Lament

Rating: 2.8


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 OF THE POEM
Joe Breunig 09 January 2014

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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* Sunprincess * 17 October 2015

....truly extraordinary, touches my soul ?

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Bernard F. Asuncion 04 January 2017

Excellent piece written here++++++++++++++

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Tom Allport 04 January 2017

with life's choices we hope for more.

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M Asim Nehal 28 May 2021

Awesome poem: Yet from the sorrows of his life Builds ladders to be nearer God.

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Amar Agarwala 10 December 2017

A brilliant composition about the travails of life.

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Rajnish Manga 09 January 2017

Wonderful piece of poetry. I first read it in my school. Thanks.

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Edward Kofi Louis 04 January 2017

Wide domain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Seamus O Brian 04 January 2017

Blessings come even from deprivation, sometimes.

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

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