Closure

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Oscar Wilde poem.

Created: November 14,2018

Submitted: October 16, 2018

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Submitted: October 16, 2018

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Within the 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 hath paled my lip’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.

-Oscar Wilde, 1881

 

 


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