Monday, 20 January 2014

To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair. And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

And there is nothing left to do But to
kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
Photo: To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem 
As a prelude to my lay; 
From a poet to a poem 
I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair, 
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair. And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

And there is nothing left to do But to 
kiss once again, and part, 
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,  
I have my beauty,-you your Art, 
Nay, do not start, 
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

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