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Oscar Wilde (1854–1900).  Poems.  1881.

58. Her Voice


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;         5
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,—  10
  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  15
  Sway and sway in the summer air, 
Here in the valley never a breeze 
  Scatters the thistledown, but there 
          Great winds blow fair 
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,  20
          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,—  25
          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,  30
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May 
  Whose crimson roses burst his frost, 
          Ships tempest-tossed 
Will find a harbour in some bay, 
          And so we may.  35
  
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,  40
One world was not enough for two 
          Like me and you. 


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