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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 485 |
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OSCAR WILDE '(1856-1900)
AMOR INTELLECTUALS
O
FT have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to common folk unknown : And often launched our bark upon that sea Which the nine Muses hold in empery, And plowed free furrows through the wave and
foam Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home Till we had freighted well our argosy. Of which despoiled treasures these remain, Sordello's passion, and the honeyed line Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine ^-Driving his pampered jades, and more than these, The sevenfold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.
APOLOGIA
I
S it thy will that I should wax and wane, . Barter my cloth of gold for hodden gray, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?
Is it thy will—Love that I love so well —
That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot
Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell
The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not ? |
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