Poem by Oscar Wilde

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. Hélas!
2. The Garden of Eros
3. Urbs Sacra Æterna
4. Portia
5. Salve Saturnia Tellus

Mortimer Collins To My Wife ("Fast falls the snow, O lady mine!")

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