Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol

_This collection of Wilde’s Poems contains the volume of_ 1881 _in its entirety_, ‘_The Sphinx_’, ‘_The Ballad of Reading Gaol_,’ _and_ ‘_Ravenna_.’ _Of the Uncollected Poems pu...

Who for thy sake would give their manlihood And consecrate their being; I at least Have done so, made thy lips my daily food, And in thy temples found a goodlier feast Than this...

The wind the restless prisoner of the trees Does well for Palæstrina, one would say The mighty master’s hands were on the keys Of the Maria organ, which they play When early on...

The falling dew is cold and chill, And no bird sings in Arcady, The little fauns have left the hill, Even the tired daffodil Has closed its gilded doors, and still My lover come...

With little crimson feet, which with its store Of seven spotted eggs the cruel lad Had stolen from the lofty sycamore At daybreak, when her amorous comrade had Flown off in sear...

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold To peril all he had upon the lead, Or that proud Aragon bent low his head Or that Morocco’s fiery heart grew cold: For in that gorgeous dress o...

The quenched-out torch, the lonely cypress-gloom, The little dust stored in the narrow urn, The gentle ΧΑΙΡΕ of the Attic tomb,— Were not these better far than to return To my o...

THESE are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of the auction mart Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note, Ay! for eac...

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by.

A YEAR ago I breathed the Italian air,— And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,— These fields made golden with the flower of March, The throstle singing on the feathered...