| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Oscar Wilde |
| | | | And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring, |
| And the rosebud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, |
| And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire |
| Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring. |
| 1 |
| | Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy |
| Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise. |
| 2 |
| | Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, |
| (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) |
| Green grasses through the yellow sheaves |
| Of autumn corn are not more fair. |
| 3 |
| | I have my beauty,—you your art— |
| Nay, do not start: |
| One world was not enough for two |
| Like me and you. |
| 4 |
| | Set in this stormy Northern sea, |
| Queen of these restless fields of tide, |
| England! what shall men say of thee, |
| Before whose feet the worlds divide? |
| 5 |
| | 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. |
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