My Voice Poem by Oscar Wilde

My Voice

Rating: 3.1

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.

Edward Kofi Louis 17 May 2016

This restless, hurried, modern world! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Adolphus Moses 17 May 2016

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

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Rajnish Manga 17 May 2016

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

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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 17 May 2016

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.

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Kay Staley 17 May 2016

Interesting...hard for me to understand though.

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But all this crowded life has been to thee...nice piece.thanks

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* Sunprincess * 17 May 2016

.....beautifully composed, thank you Mr. Wilde ★

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Ekerendu M Ezekiel 17 May 2016

splendid one my dear imaginary friend

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Dublin / Ireland
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