Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Helas by Oscar Wilde/Romantic poem

Art by Vladimir Volegov

by Oscar Wilde

To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance

Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.
Is that time dead?lo! with a little rod

I did but touch the honey of romance
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

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