February Featured Poem: My Voice by Oscar Wilde

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 has paled my young mouth'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.

(C) The Works of Oscar Wilde (Wordsworth Poetry Library)

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