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Apologia (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,
2] Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,
3] And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain
4] Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?
- 5] Is it thy willLove that I love so well
6] That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot
7] Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell
8] The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?
- 9] Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,
10] And sell ambition at the common mart,
11] And let dull failure be my vestiture,
12] And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.
- 13] Perchance it may be better soat least
14] I have not made my heart a heart of stone,
15] Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,
16] Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.
- 17] Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
18] In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
19] Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
20] While all the forest sang of liberty.
- 21] Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight
22] Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,
23] To where the steep untrodden mountain height
24] Caught the last tresses of the Sun God's hair.
- 25] Or how the little flower he trod upon,
26] The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,
27] Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun
28] Content if once its leaves were aureoled.
- 29] But surely it is something to have been
30] The best belovèd for a little while,
31] To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen
32] His purple wings flit once across thy smile.
- 33] Ay! though the gorgèd asp of passion feed
34] On my boy's heart, yet have I burst the bars,
35] Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed
36] The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!