The first collected edition of the works of Oscar Wilde | ||
261
TO MY WIFE
WITH A COPY OF MY POEMS
I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
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.
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.
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
The first collected edition of the works of Oscar Wilde | ||