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Poem by Oscar Wilde


Vita Nuova


I STOOD by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray,
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;
And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:
'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain,
And who can garner fruit or golden grain,
From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!'
My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw
Nathless I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw
The argent splendour of white limbs ascend,
And in that joy forgot my tortured past. 



Oscar Wilde


Oscar Wilde's other poems:
  1. San Miniato
  2. Salve Saturnia Tellus
  3. Desespoir
  4. Chanson
  5. On the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria


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