Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)

My Voice

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell. 

1. Ave Maria Gratia Plena • Ave Maria Gratia Plena
2. Taedium Vitae
3. Portia
4. Le Jardin Des Tuileries
5. Double Villanelle

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