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Poem by Oscar Wilde


At Verona


HOW steep the stairs within Kings' houses are
For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,
And O how salt and bitter is the bread
Which falls from this Hound's table,--better far
That I had died in the red ways of war,
Or that the gate of Florence bare my head,
Than to live thus, by all things comraded
Which seek the essence of my soul to mar.

'Curse God and die: what better hope than this?
He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss
Of his gold city, and eternal day'--
Nay peace: behind my prison's blinded bars
I do possess what none can take away,
My love, and all the glory of the stars. 



Oscar Wilde

Poem Theme: Italy

Oscar Wilde's other poems:
  1. Salve Saturnia Tellus
  2. Fabien Dei Franchi
  3. Urbs Sacra Æterna
  4. Le Jardin Des Tuileries
  5. Amor Intellectualis


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