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A poem by Oscar Wilde : Le Jardin

Oscar Wilde portrait

Le Jardin

The lily’s withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.

The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter, – hour by hour.

Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass:
The roses lie upon the grass
Like little shreds of crimson silk.

 

Oscar Wilde

Tomb_of_Oscar_Wilde,_Père_Lachaise_cemetery,_Paris,_France

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