Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)

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.

For if of these fallen petals
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. 

1. Ave Maria Gratia Plena • Ave Maria Gratia Plena
2. Humanitad (Во человечестве) • Humanitad
3. Увы! • Hélas!
4. Цветок любви • Flower of Love
5. Fabien Dei Franchi

Benjamin Brierley (Бенджамин Брирли) To My Wife ("NOW all that glitters is not gold") HALL STREET, MOSTON, April 29th, 1893

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