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Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)


Santa Decca


THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

And yet--perchance in this sea-trancèd isle,
Chewing the bitter fruit of memory,
Some God lies hidden in the asphodel.
Ah Love! if such there be then it were well
For us to fly his anger: nay, but see
The leaves are stirring: let us watch a-while. 



Oscar Wilde's other poems:
  1. Salve Saturnia Tellus
  2. Sonnet Written in Holy Week at Genoa
  3. Desespoir
  4. Fabien Dei Franchi
  5. From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)


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