My Voice Poem by Oscar Wilde
My Voice
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.
This restless, hurried, modern world! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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
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.
But all this crowded life has been to thee...nice piece.thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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great poem and wonderful poet. I spent three years studying this wonderful poet. you inspire my talent.