Her voice
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born on 16 October 1854 in Dublin, Ireland, and he died on 30 November 1900 in Paris, France, at the age of 46.
Wilde was an Irish poet and playwright. Known for his biting wit, flamboyant dress, and glittering conversational skill, Wilde was one of the best-known personalities of his day. He is best remembered for his epigrams, his only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and his plays, which were among the most popular in London in the early 1890s, including The Importance of Being Earnest and Lady Windermere’s Fan.
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The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun, — It shall be, I said, for eternity ’Twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done. Love’s web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees Sway in the summer air, Here n the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy, — Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbor in some bay, And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty, — you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you.