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A poem by Oscar Wilde : Helas

Oscar Wilde portrait

Helas!

TO drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?–
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
Is that tine dead? lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance–
And must I lose a soul’s inheritance?

 

 

 

Oscar Wilde

Tomb_of_Oscar_Wilde,_Père_Lachaise_cemetery,_Paris,_France

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