Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

My Voice - Poem by Oscar Wilde

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

Comments about My Voice by Oscar Wilde

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (5/17/2016 10:11:00 PM)

    Wish I had the opportunity to study, poetry of his era. Sounds splendid and deserving to be the poem of the day. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/17/2016 11:46:00 AM)

    Interesting...hard for me to understand though. (Report) Reply

  • Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza (5/17/2016 9:37:00 AM)

    But all this crowded life has been to thee...nice piece.thanks (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2016 6:42:00 AM)

    .....beautifully composed, thank you Mr. Wilde ★ (Report) Reply

  • Ekerendu M Ezekiel (5/17/2016 4:35:00 AM)

    splendid one my dear imaginary friend (Report) Reply

  • Adolphus Moses (5/17/2016 3:20:00 AM)

    great poem and wonderful poet. I spent three years studying this wonderful poet. you inspire my talent. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (5/17/2016 2:31:00 AM)

    Ups and downs of life so beautifully captured by the poet in this poem. It seems that nothing has changed in the last hundred years or so. With thanks, I quote from the poem:
    life has been to thee.....No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell...Of viols, or the music of the sea
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/17/2016 1:17:00 AM)

    This restless, hurried, modern world! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

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