 | [Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde |  |
Yet thou must be of heavenly birth
Where naught is known of grief or pain;
Though I perceive alas! where Earth
And earthly things have left their stain:
From thine high calling didst thou deign
To prove—in folly or in mirth—
With daughters of the first born Cain
How little Human Love was worth?
Where naught is known of grief or pain;
Though I perceive alas! where Earth
And earthly things have left their stain:
From thine high calling didst thou deign
To prove—in folly or in mirth—
With daughters of the first born Cain
How little Human Love was worth?
| [Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | |