CELT document E850003-058


Oscar Wilde


    1. I

  1. HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home
    With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily
    Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam
    Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,
    And holding wave and wind in boy's despite
    Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night.
  2. Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spear
    Like a thin thread of gold against the sky,
    And hoisted sail, and strained the creaking gear,
    And bade the pilot head her lustily
    Against the nor'west gale, and all day long
    Held on his way, and marked the rowers' time with measured song.
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  4. And when the faint Corinthian hills were red
    Dropped anchor in a little sandy bay,
    And with fresh boughs of olive crowned his head,
    And brushed from cheek and throat the hoary spray,
    And washed his limbs with oil, and from the hold
    Brought out his linen tunic and his sandals brazen-soled,
  5. And a rich robe stained with the fishers' juice
    Which of some swarthy trader he had bought
    Upon the sunny quay at Syracuse,
    And was with Tyrian broideries inwrought,
    And by the questioning merchants made his way
    Up through the soft and silver woods, and when the labouring day
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  7. Had spun its tangled web of crimson cloud,
    Clomb the high hill, and with swift silent feet
    Crept to the fane unnoticed by the crowd
    Of busy priests, and from some dark retreat
    Watched the young swains his frolic playmates bring
    The firstling of their little flock, and the shy shepherd fling
  8. The crackling salt upon the flame, or hang
    His studded crook against the temple wall
    To Her who keeps away the ravenous fang
    Of the base wolf from homestead and from stall;
    And then the clear-voiced maidens 'gan to sing,
    And to the altar each man brought some goodly offering,
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  10. A beechen cup brimming with milky foam,
    A fair cloth wrought with cunning imagery
    Of hounds in chase, a waxen honey-comb
    Dripping with oozy gold which scarce the bee
    Had ceased from building, a black skin of oil
    Meet for the wrestlers, a great boar the fierce and white-tusked spoil
  11. Stolen from Artemis that jealous maid
    To please Athena, and the dappled hide
    Of a tall stag who in some mountain glade
    Had met the shaft; and then the herald cried,
    And from the pillared precinct one by one
    Went the glad Greeks well pleased that they their simple vows had done.
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  13. And the old priest put out the waning fires
    Save that one lamp whose restless ruby glowed
    For ever in the cell, and the shrill lyres
    Came fainter on the wind, as down the road
    In joyous dance these country folk did pass,
    And with stout hands the warder closed the gates of polished brass.
  14. Long time he lay and hardly dared to breathe,
    And heard the cadenced drip of spilt-out wine,
    And the rose-petals falling from the wreath
    As the night breezes wandered through the shrine,
    And seemed to be in some entrancèd swoon
    Till through the open roof above the full and brimming moon
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  16. Flooded with sheeny waves the marble floor,
    When from his nook up leapt the venturous lad,
    And flinging wide the cedar-carven door
    Beheld an awful image saffron-clad
    And armed for battle! the gaunt Griffin glared
    From the huge helm, and the long lance of wreck and ruin flared
  17. Like a red rod of flame, stony and steeled
    The Gorgon's head its leaden eyeballs rolled,
    And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield,
    And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and cold
    In passion impotent, while with blind gaze
    The blinking owl between the feet hooted in shrill amaze.
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  19. The lonely fisher as he trimmed his lamp
    Far out at sea off Sunium, or cast
    The net for tunnies, heard a brazen tramp
    Of horses smite the waves, and a wild blast
    Divide the folded curtains of the night,
    And knelt upon the little poop, and prayed in holy fright.
  20. And guilty lovers in their venery
    Forgat a little while their stolen sweets,
    Deeming they heard dread Dian's bitter cry;
    And the grim watchmen on their lofty seats
    Ran to their shields in haste precipitate,
    Or strained black-bearded throats across the dusky parapet.
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  22. For round the temple rolled the clang of arms,
    And the twelve Gods leapt up in marble fear,
    And the air quaked with dissonant alarums
    Till huge Poseidon shook his mighty spear,
    And on the frieze the prancing horses neighed,
    And the low tread of hurrying feet rang from the cavalcade.
  23. Ready for death with parted lips he stood,
    And well content at such a price to see
    That calm wide brow, that terrible maidenhood,
    The marvel of that pitiless chastity,
    Ah! well content indeed, for never wight
    Since Troy's young shepherd prince had seen so wonderful a sight.
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  25. Ready for death he stood, but lo! the air
    Grew silent, and the horses ceased to neigh,
    And off his brow he tossed the clustering hair,
    And from his limbs he threw the cloak away;
    For whom would not such love make desperate?
    And nigher came, and touched her throat, and with hands violate
  26. Undid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,
    And bared the breasts of polished ivory,
    Till from the waist the peplos falling down
    Left visible the secret mystery
    Which to no lover will Athena show,
    The grand cool flanks, the crescent thighs, the bossy hills of snow.
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  28. Those who have never known a lover's sin
    Let them not read my ditty, it will be
    To their dull ears so musicless and thin
    That they will have no joy of it, but ye
    To whose wan cheeks now creeps the lingering smile,
    Ye who have learned who Eros is,—O listen yet awhile.
  29. A little space he let his greedy eyes
    Rest on the burnished image, till mere sight
    Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries,
    And then his lips in hungering delight
    Fed on her lips, and round the towered neck
    He flung his arms, nor cared at all his passion's will to check.
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  31. Never I ween did lover hold such tryst,
    For all night long he murmured honeyed word,
    And saw her sweet unravished limbs, and kissed
    Her pale and argent body undisturbed,
    And paddled with the polished throat, and pressed
    His hot and beating heart upon her chill and icy breast.
  32. It was as if Numidian javelins
    Pierced through and through his wild and whirling brain,
    And his nerves thrilled like throbbing violins
    In exquisite pulsation, and the pain
    Was such sweet anguish that he never drew
    His lips from hers till overhead the lark of warning flew.
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  34. They who have never seen the daylight peer
    Into a darkened room, and drawn the curtain,
    And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear
    And worshipped body risen, they for certain
    Will never know of what I try to sing,
    How long the last kiss was, how fond and late his lingering.
  35. The moon was girdled with a crystal rim,
    The sign which shipmen say is ominous
    Of wrath in heaven, the wan stars were dim,
    And the low lightening east was tremulous
    With the faint fluttering wings of flying dawn,
    Ere from the silent sombre shrine this lover had withdrawn.
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  37. Down the steep rock with hurried feet and fast
    Clomb the brave lad, and reached the cave of Pan,
    And heard the goat-foot snoring as he passed,
    And leapt upon a grassy knoll and ran
    Like a young fawn unto an olive wood
    Which in a shady valley by the well-built city stood;
  38. And sought a little stream, which well he knew,
    For oftentimes with boyish careless shout
    The green and crested grebe he would pursue,
    Or snare in woven net the silver trout,
    And down amid the startled reeds he lay
    Panting in breathless sweet affright, and waited for the day.
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  40. On the green bank he lay, and let one hand
    Dip in the cool dark eddies listlessly,
    And soon the breath of morning came and fanned
    His hot flushed cheeks, or lifted wantonly
    The tangled curls from off his forehead, while
    He on the running water gazed with strange and secret smile.
  41. And soon the shepherd in rough woollen cloak
    With his long crook undid the wattled cotes,
    And from the stack a thin blue wreath of smoke
    Curled through the air across the ripening oats,
    And on the hill the yellow house-dog bayed
    As through the crisp and rustling fern the heavy cattle strayed.
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  43. And when the light-foot mower went afield
    Across the meadows laced with threaded dew,
    And the sheep bleated on the misty weald,
    And from its nest the waking corn-crake flew,
    Some woodmen saw him lying by the stream
    And marvelled much that any lad so beautiful could seem,
  44. Nor deemed him born of mortals, and one said,
    “It is young Hylas, that false runaway”
    “Who with a Naiad now would make his bed”
    “Forgetting Herakles,” but others, “Nay,”
    “It is Narcissus, his own paramour,”
    “Those are the fond and crimson lips no woman can allure.”
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  46. And when they nearer came a third one cried,
    “It is young Dionysos who has hid”
    “His spear and fawnskin by the river side”
    “Weary of hunting with the Bassarid,”
    “And wise indeed were we away to fly:”
    “They live not long who on the gods immortal come to spy.”
  47. So turned they back, and feared to look behind,
    And told the timid swain how they had seen
    Amid the reeds some woodland god reclined,
    And no man dared to cross the open green,
    And on that day no olive-tree was slain,
    Nor rushes cut, but all deserted was the fair domain,
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  49. Save when the neat-herd's lad, his empty pail
    Well slung upon his back, with leap and bound
    Raced on the other side, and stopped to hail,
    Hoping that he some comrade new had found,
    And gat no answer, and then half afraid
    Passed on his simple way, or down the still and silent glade
  50. A little girl ran laughing from the farm,
    Not thinking of love's secret mysteries,
    And when she saw the white and gleaming arm
    And all his manlihood, with longing eyes
    Whose passion mocked her sweet virginity
    Watched him awhile, and then stole back sadly and wearily.
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  52. Far off he heard the city's hum and noise,
    And now and then the shriller laughter where
    The passionate purity of brown-limbed boys
    Wrestled or raced in the clear healthful air,
    And now and then a little tinkling bell
    As the shorn wether led the sheep down to the mossy well.
  53. Through the grey willows danced the fretful gnat,
    The grasshopper chirped idly from the tree,
    In sleek and oily coat the water-rat
    Breasting the little ripples manfully
    Made for the wild-duck's nest, from bough to bough
    Hopped the shy finch, and the huge tortoise crept across the slough.
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  55. On the faint wind floated the silky seeds,
    As the bright scythe swept through the waving grass,
    The ousel-cock splashed circles in the reeds
    And flecked with silver whorls the forest's glass,
    Which scarce had caught again its imagery
    Ere from its bed the dusky tench leapt at the dragon-fly.
  56. But little care had he for any thing
    Though up and down the beech the squirrel played,
    And from the copse the linnet 'gan to sing
    To her brown mate her sweetest serenade;
    Ah! little care indeed, for he had seen
    The breasts of Pallas and the naked wonder of the Queen.
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  58. But when the herdsman called his straggling goats
    With whistling pipe across the rocky road,
    And the shard-beetle with its trumpet-notes
    Boomed through the darkening woods, and seemed to bode
    Of coming storm, and the belated crane
    Passed homeward like a shadow, and the dull big drops of rain
  59. Fell on the pattering fig-leaves, up he rose,
    And from the gloomy forest went his way
    Past sombre homestead and wet orchard-close,
    And came at last unto a little quay,
    And called his mates aboard, and took his seat
    On the high poop, and pushed from land, and loosed the dripping sheet,
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  61. And steered across the bay, and when nine suns
    Passed down the long and laddered way of gold,
    And nine pale moons had breathed their orisons
    To the chaste stars their confessors, or told
    Their dearest secret to the downy moth
    That will not fly at noonday, through the foam and surging froth
  62. Came a great owl with yellow sulphurous eyes
    And lit upon the ship, whose timbers creaked
    As though the lading of three argosies
    Were in the hold, and flapped its wings, and shrieked,
    And darkness straightway stole across the deep,
    Sheathed was Orion's sword, dread Mars himself fled down the steep,
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  64. And the moon hid behind a tawny mask
    Of drifting cloud, and from the ocean's marge
    Rose the red plume, the huge and hornèd casque,
    The seven-cubit spear, the brazen targe!
    And clad in bright and burnished panoply
    Athena strode across the stretch of sick and shivering sea!
  65. To the dull sailors' sight her loosened locks
    Seemed like the jagged storm-rack, and her feet
    Only the spume that floats on hidden rocks,
    And marking how the rising waters beat
    Against the rolling ship, the pilot cried
    To the young helmsman at the stern to luff to windward side.
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  67. But he, the over-bold adulterer,
    A dear profaner of great mysteries,
    An ardent amorous idolater,
    When he beheld those grand relentless eyes
    Laughed loud for joy, and crying out “I come”
    Leapt from the lofty poop into the chill and churning foam.
  68. Then fell from the high heaven one bright star,
    One dancer left the circling galaxy,
    And back to Athens on her clattering car
    In all the pride of venged divinity
    Pale Pallas swept with shrill and steely clank,
    And a few gurgling bubbles rose where her boy lover sank.
  69. And the mast shuddered as the gaunt owl flew
    With mocking hoots after the wrathful Queen,
    And the old pilot bade the trembling crew
    Hoist the big sail, and told how he had seen
    Close to the stern a dim and giant form,
    And like a dipping swallow the stout ship dashed through the storm.
  70. And no man dared to speak of Charmides
    Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
    And when they reached the strait Symplegades
    They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
    The toll-gate of the city hastily,
    And in the market showed their brown and pictured pottery.
  71. 2. II

  72. But some good Triton-god had ruth, and bare
    The boy's drowned body back to Grecian land,
    And mermaids combed his dank and dripping hair
    And smoothed his brow, and loosed his clenching hand;
    Some brought sweet spices from far Araby,
    And others bade the halcyon sing her softest lullaby.
  73. And when he neared his old Athenian home,
    A mighty billow rose up suddenly
    Upon whose oily back the clotted foam
    Lay diapered in some strange fantasy,
    And clasping him unto its glassy breast,
    Swept landward, like a white-maned steed upon a venturous quest!
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  75. Now where Colonos leans unto the sea
    There lies a long and level stretch of lawn;
    The rabbit knows it, and the mountain bee
    For it deserts Hymettus, and the Faun
    Is not afraid, for never through the day
    Comes a cry ruder than the shout of shepherd lads at play.
  76. But often from the thorny labyrinth
    And tangled branches of the circling wood
    The stealthy hunter sees young Hyacinth
    Hurling the polished disk, and draws his hood
    Over his guilty gaze, and creeps away,
    Nor dares to wind his horn, or—else at the first break of day
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  78. The Dyrads come and throw the leathern ball
    Along the reedy shore, and circumvent
    Some goat-eared Pan to be their seneschal
    For fear of bold Poseidon's ravishment,
    And loose their girdles, with shy timorous eyes,
    Lest from the surf his azure arms and purple beard should rise.
  79. On this side and on that a rocky cave,
    Hung with the yellow-belled laburnum, stands
    Smooth is the beach, save where some ebbing wave
    Leaves its faint outline etched upon the sands,
    As though it feared to be too soon forgot
    By the green rush, its playfellow,—and yet, it is a spot
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  81. So small, that the inconstant butterfly
    Could steal the hoarded honey from each flower
    Ere it was noon, and still not satisfy
    Its over-greedy love,—within an hour
    A sailor boy, were he but rude enow
    To land and pluck a garland for his galley's painted prow,
  82. Would almost leave the little meadow bare,
    For it knows nothing of great pageantry,
    Only a few narcissi here and there
    Stand separate in sweet austerity,
    Dotting the unmown grass with silver stars,
    And here and there a daffodil waves tiny scimitars.
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  84. Hither the billow brought him, and was glad
    Of such dear servitude, and where the land
    Was virgin of all waters laid the lad
    Upon the golden margent of the strand,
    And like a lingering lover oft returned
    To kiss those pallid limbs which once with intense fire burned,
  85. Ere the wet seas had quenched that holocaust,
    That self-fed flame, that passionate lustihead,
    Ere grisly death with chill and nipping frost
    Had withered up those lilies white and red
    Which, while the boy would through the forest range,
    Answered each other in a sweet antiphonal counterchange.
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  87. And when at dawn the wood-nymphs, hand-in-hand,
    Threaded the bosky dell, their satyr spied
    The boy's pale body stretched upon the sand,
    And feared Poseidon's treachery, and cried,
    And like bright sunbeams flitting through a glade,
    Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscade.
  88. Save one white girl, who deemed it would not be
    So dread a thing to feel a sea-god's arms
    Crushing her breasts in amorous tyranny,
    And longed to listen to those subtle charms
    Insidious lovers weave when they would win
    Some fencèd fortress, and stole back again, nor thought it sin
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  90. To yield her treasure unto one so fair,
    And lay beside him, thirsty with love's drouth,
    Called him soft names, played with his tangled hair,
    And with hot lips made havoc of his mouth
    Afraid he might not wake, and then afraid
    Lest he might wake too soon, fled back, and then, fond renegade,
  91. Returned to fresh assault, and all day long
    Sat at his side, and laughed at her new toy,
    And held his hand, and sang her sweetest song,
    Then frowned to see how froward was the boy
    Who would not with her maidenhood entwine,
    Nor knew that three days since his eyes had looked on Proserpine;
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  93. Nor knew what sacrilege his lips had done,
    But said, “He will awake, I know him well,”
    “He will awake at evening when the sun”
    “Hangs his red shield on Corinth's citadel,”
    “This sleep is but a cruel treachery”
    “To make me love him more, and in some cavern of the sea”
  94. “Deeper than ever falls the fisher's line”
    “Already a huge Triton blows his horn,”
    “And weaves a garland from the crystalline”
    “And drifting ocean-tendrils to adorn”
    “The emerald pillars of our bridal bed,”
    “For sphered in foaming silver, and with coral-crownèd head,”
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  96. “We two will sit upon a throne of pearl,”
    “And a blue wave will be our canopy,”
    “And at our feet the water-snakes will curl”
    “In all their amethystine panoply”
    “Of diamonded mail, and we will mark”
    “The mullets swimming by the mast of some storm-foundered bark,”
  97. “Vermilion-finned with eyes of bossy gold”
    “Like flakes of crimson light, and the great deep”
    “His glassy-portaled chamber will unfold,”
    “And we will see the painted dolphins sleep”
    “Cradled by murmuring halcyons on the rocks”
    “Where Proteus in quaint suit of green pastures his monstrous flocks.”
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  99. “And tremulous opal-hued anemones”
    “Will wave their purple fringes where we tread”
    “Upon the mirrored floor, and argosies”
    “Of fishes flecked with tawny scales will thread”
    “The drifting cordage of the shattered wreck,”
    “And honey-coloured amber beads our twining limbs will deck.”
  100. But when that baffled Lord of War the Sun
    With gaudy pennon flying passed away
    Into his brazen House, and one by one
    The little yellow stars began to stray
    Across the field of heaven, ah! then indeed
    She feared his lips upon her lips would never care to feed,
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  102. And cried, “Awake, already the pale moon”
    “Washes the trees with silver, and the wave”
    “Creeps grey and chilly up this sandy dune,”
    “The croaking frogs are out, and from the cave”
    “The nightjar shrieks, the fluttering bats repass,”
    “And the brown stoat with hollow flanks creeps through the dusky grass.”
  103. “Nay, though thou art a God, be not so coy,”
    “For in yon stream there is a little reed”
    “That often whispers how a lovely boy”
    “Lay with her once upon a grassy mead,”
    “Who when his cruel pleasure he had done”
    “Spread wings of rustling gold and soared aloft into the sun.”
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  105. “Be not so coy, the laurel trembles still”
    “With great Apollo's kisses, and the fir”
    “Whose clustering sisters fringe the seaward hill”
    “Hath many a tale of that bold ravisher”
    “Whom men call Boreas, and I have seen”
    “The mocking eyes of Hermes through the poplar's silvery sheen.”
  106. “Even the jealous Naiads call me fair,”
    “And every morn a young and ruddy swain”
    “Wooes me with apples and with locks of hair,”
    “And seeks to soothe my virginal disdain”
    “By all the gifts the gentle wood-nymphs love;”
    “But yesterday he brought to me an iris-plumaged dove”
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  108. “With little crimson feet, which with its store”
    “Of seven spotted eggs the cruel lad”
    “Had stolen from the lofty sycamore”
    “At daybreak, when her amorous comrade had”
    “Flown off in search of berried juniper”
    “Which most they love; the fretful wasp, that earliest vintager”
  109. “Of the blue grapes, hath not persistency”
    “So constant as this simple shepherd-boy”
    “For my poor lips, his joyous purity”
    “And laughing sunny eyes might well decoy”
    “A Dryad from her oath to Artemis;”
    “For very beautiful is he, his mouth was made to kiss;”
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  111. “His argent forehead, like a rising moon”
    “Over the dusky hills of meeting brows,”
    “Is crescent shaped, the hot and Tyrian noon”
    “Leads from the myrtle-grove no goodlier spouse”
    “For Cytheræa, the first silky down”
    “Fringes his blushing cheeks, and his young limbs are strong and brown;”
  112. “And he is rich, and fat and fleecy herds”
    “Of bleating sheep upon his meadows lie,”
    “And many an earthen bowl of yellow curds”
    “Is in his homestead for the thievish fly”
    “To swim and drown in, the pink clover mead”
    “Keeps its sweet store for him, and he can pipe on oaten reed.”
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  114. “And yet I love him not; it was for thee”
    “I kept my love; I knew that thou would'st come”
    “To rid me of this pallid chastity,”
    “Thou fairest flower of the flowerless foam”
    “Of all the wide Ægean, brightest star”
    “Of ocean's azure heavens where the mirrored planets are!”
  115. “I knew that thou would'st come, for when at first”
    “The dry wood burgeoned, and the sap of spring”
    “Swelled in my green and tender bark or burst”
    “To myriad multitudinous blossoming”
    “Which mocked the midnight with its mimic moons”
    “That did not dread the dawn, and first the thrushes' rapturous tunes”
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  117. “Startled the squirrel from its granary,”
    “And cuckoo flowers fringed the narrow lane,”
    “Through my young leaves a sensuous ecstasy”
    “Crept like new wine, and every mossy vein”
    “Throbbed with the fitful pulse of amorous blood,”
    “And the wild winds of passion shook my slim stem's maidenhood.”
  118. “The trooping fawns at evening came and laid”
    “Their cool black noses on my lowest boughs,”
    “And on my topmost branch the blackbird made”
    “A little nest of grasses for his spouse,”
    “And now and then a twittering wren would light”
    “On a thin twig which hardly bare the weight of such delight,”
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  120. “I was the Attic shepherd's trysting place,”
    “Beneath my shadow Amaryllis lay,”
    “And round my trunk would laughing Daphnis chase”
    “The timorous girl, till tired out with play”
    “She felt his hot breath stir her tangled hair,”
    “And turned, and looked, and fled no more from such delightful snare.”
  121. “Then come away unto my ambuscade”
    “Where clustering woodbine weaves a canopy”
    “For amorous pleasaunce, and the rustling shade”
    “Of Paphian myrtles seems to sanctify”
    “The dearest rites of love; there in the cool”
    “And green recesses of its farthest depth there is a pool,”
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  123. “The ouzel's haunt, the wild bee's pasturage,”
    “For round its rim great creamy lilies float”
    “Through their flat leaves in verdant anchorage,”
    “Each cup a white-sailed golden-laden boat”
    “Steered by a dragon-fly,—be not afraid”
    “To leave this wan and wave-kissed shore, surely the place were made”
  124. “For lovers such as we; the Cyprian Queen,”
    “One arm around her boyish paramour,”
    “Strays often there at eve, and I have seen”
    “The moon strip off her misty vestiture”
    “For young Endymion's eyes; be not afraid,”
    “The panther feet of Dian never tread that secret glade.”
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  126. “Nay if thou will'st, back to the beating brine,”
    “Back to the boisterous billow let us go,”
    “And walk all day beneath the hyaline”
    “Huge vault of Neptune's watery portico,”
    “And watch the purple monsters of the deep”
    “Sport in ungainly play, and from his lair keen Xiphias leap.”
  127. “For if my mistress find me lying here”
    “She will not ruth or gentle pity show,”
    “But lay her boar-spear down, and with austere”
    “Relentless fingers string the cornel bow,”
    “And draw the feathered notch against her breast,”
    “And loose the archèd cord; aye, even now upon the quest”
  128.  p.52
  129. “I hear her hurrying feet,—awake, awake,”
    “Thou laggard in love's battle! once at least”
    “Let me drink deep of passion's wine, and slake”
    “My parchèd being with the nectarous feast”
    “Which even gods affect! O come, Love, come,”
    “Still we have time to reach the cavern of thine azure home.”
  130. Scarce had she spoken when the shuddering trees
    Shook, and the leaves divided, and the air
    Grew conscious of a god, and the grey seas
    Crawled backward, and a long and dismal blare
    Blew from some tasselled horn, a sleuth-hound bayed,
    And like a flame a barbèd reed flew whizzing down the glade.
  131.  p.53
  132. And where the little flowers of her breast
    Just brake into their milky blossoming,
    This murderous paramour, this unbidden guest,
    Pierced and struck deep in horrid chambering,
    And ploughed a bloody furrow with its dart,
    And dug a long red road, and cleft with wingèd death her heart.
  133. Sobbing her life out with a bitter cry
    On the boy's body fell the Dryad maid,
    Sobbing for incomplete virginity,
    And raptures unenjoyed, and pleasures dead,
    And all the pain of things unsatisfied,
    And the bright drops of crimson youth crept down her throbbing side,
  134.  p.54
  135. Ah! pitiful it was to hear her moan,
    And very pitiful to see her die
    Ere she had yielded up her sweets, or known
    The joy of passion, that dread mystery
    Which not to know is not to live at all,
    And yet to know is to be held in death's most deadly thrall.
  136. But as it hapt the Queen of Cythere,
    Who with Adonis all night long had lain
    Within some shepherd's hut in Arcady,
    On team of silver doves and gilded wain
    Was journeying Paphos-ward, high up afar
    From mortal ken between the mountains and the morning star,
  137.  p.55
  138. And when low down she spied the hapless pair,
    And heard the Oread's faint despairing cry,
    Whose cadence seemed to play upon the air
    As though it were a viol, hastily
    She bade her pigeons fold each straining plume,
    And dropt to earth, and reached the strand, and saw their dolorous doom.
  139. For as a gardener turning back his head
    To catch the last notes of the linnet, mows
    With careless scythe too near some flower bed,
    And cuts the thorny pillar of the rose,
    And with the flower's loosened loveliness
    Strews the brown mould; or as some shepherd lad in wantonness
  140.  p.56
  141. Driving his little flock along the mead
    Treads down two daffodils, which side by side
    Have lured the lady-bird with yellow brede
    And made the gaudy moth forget its pride,
    Treads down their brimming golden chalices
    Under light feet which were not made for such rude ravages;
  142. Or as a schoolboy tired of his book
    Flings himself down upon the reedy grass
    And plucks two water-lilies from the brook,
    And for a time forgets the hour glass,
    Then wearies of their sweets, and goes his way,
    And lets the hot sun kill them, even so these lovers lay.
  143.  p.57
  144. And Venus cried, “It is dread Artemis”
    “Whose bitter hand hath wrought this cruelty,”
    “Or else that mightier may whose care it is”
    “To guard her strong and stainless majesty”
    “Upon the hill Athenian,—alas!”
    “That they who loved so well unloved into Death's house should pass.”
  145. So with soft hands she laid the boy and girl
    In the great golden waggon tenderly,
    (Her white throat whiter than a moony pearl
    Just threaded with a blue vein's tapestry
    Had not yet ceased to throb, and still her breast
    Swayed like a wind-stirred lily in ambiguous unrest)
  146.  p.58
  147. And then each pigeon spread its milky van,
    The bright car soared into the dawning sky,
    And like a cloud the aerial caravan
    Passed over the Ægean silently,
    Till the faint air was troubled with the song
    From the wan mouths that call on bleeding Thammuz all night long.
  148. But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
    Where the wide stair of orbèd marble dips
    Its snows into the sea, her fluttering soul
    Just shook the trembling petals of her lips
    And passed into the void, and Venus knew
    That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,
  149.  p.59
  150. And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
    With all the wonder of this history,
    Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
    Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
    On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
    Pipes in the noonday, and the nightingale sings on till dawn.
  151. Nor failed they to obey her hest, and ere
    The morning bee had stung the daffodil
    With tiny fretful spear, or from its lair
    The waking stag had leapt across the rill
    And roused the ouzel, or the lizard crept
    Athwart the sunny rock, beneath the grass their bodies slept.
  152.  p.60
  153. And when day brake, within that silver shrine
    Fed by the flames of cressets tremulous,
    Queen Venus knelt and prayed to Proserpine
    That she whose beauty made Death amorous
    Should beg a guerdon from her pallid Lord,
    And let Desire pass across dread Charon's icy ford.
  154.  p.61

    3. III

  155. IN melancholy moonless Acheron,
    Far from the goodly earth and joyous day,
    Where no spring ever buds, nor ripening sun
    Weighs down the apple trees, nor flowery May
    Chequers with chestnut blooms the grassy floor,
    Where thrushes never sing, and piping linnets mate no more,
  156. There by a dim and dark Lethæan well
    Young Charmides was lying; wearily
    He plucked the blossoms from the asphodel,
    And with its little rifled treasury
    Strewed the dull waters of the dusky stream,
    And watched the white stars founder, and the land was like a dream,
  157.  p.62
  158. When as he gazed into the watery glass
    And through his brown hair's curly tangles scanned
    His own wan face, a shadow seemed to pass
    Across the mirror, and a little hand
    Stole into his, and warm lips timidly
    Brushed his pale cheeks, and breathed their secret forth into a sigh.
  159. Then turned he round his weary eyes and saw,
    And ever nigher still their faces came,
    And nigher ever did their young mouths draw
    Until they seemed one perfect rose of flame,
    And longing arms around her neck he cast,
    And felt her throbbing bosom, and his breath came hot and fast,
  160.  p.63
  161. And all his hoarded sweets were hers to kiss,
    And all her maidenhood was his to slay,
    And limb to limb in long and rapturous bliss
    Their passion waxed and waned,—O why essay
    To pipe again of love too venturous reed!
    Enough, enough that Eros laughed upon that flowerless mead.
  162. Too venturous poesy O why essay
    To pipe again of passion! fold thy wings
    O'er daring Icarus and bid thy lay
    Sleep hidden in the lyre's silent strings,
    Till thou hast found the old Castalian rill,
    Or from the Lesbian waters plucked drowned Sappho's golden quill!
  163.  p.64
  164. Enough, enough that he whose life had been
    A fiery pulse of sin, a splendid shame,
    Could in the loveless land of Hades glean
    One scorching harvest from those fields of flame
    Where passion walks with naked unshod feet
    And is not wounded,—ah! enough that once their lips could meet
  165. In that wild throb when all existences
    Seem narrowed to one single ecstasy
    Which dies through its own sweetness and the stress
    Of too much pleasure, ere Persephone
    Had bade them serve her by the ebon throne
    Of the pale God who in the fields of Enna loosed her zone.

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Author: Oscar Wilde

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  1. The writings of Oscar Wilde (London; New York: A. R. Keller & Co. 1907) 15 vols.
  2. Robert Ross (ed), The First Collected Edition of the Works of Oscar Wilde (London: Methuen & Co. 1908). 15 vols. Reprinted Dawsons: Pall Mall 1969.
  3. Complete works of Oscar Wilde (Glasgow: HarperCollins, 1994).

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  1. 'Notes for a bibliography of Oscar Wilde', Books and book-plates (A quarterly for collectors) 5, no. 3 (April 1905), 170-183.
  2. Karl E. Beckson, The Oscar Wilde encyclopedia (New York: AMS Press 1998). AMS Studies in the nineteenth century 18.
  3. Richard Ellmann (ed), The Artist as Critic: Critical Writings of Oscar Wilde (Chicago 1982).
  4. Richard Ellmann; John Espey, Oscar Wilde: two approaches: papers read at a Clark Library seminar, April 17, 1976 (Los Angeles: William Andrews Clark Memorial Library, University of California 1977).
  5. Richard Ellmann, Oscar Wilde at Oxford: a lecture delivered at the Library of Congress on March 1, 1983 (Washington, DC: Library of Congress 1984).
  6. Richard Ellmann, Oscar Wilde: a biography (London: Hamilton 1987).
  7. Juliet Gardiner, Oscar Wilde: a life in letters, writings and wit (Dublin: Gill & Macmillan 1995).
  8. Frank Harris, Oscar Wilde, including My memories of Oscar Wilde, by George Bernard Shaw and an introductory note by Lyle Blair (London: Robinson, 1992).
  9. Rupert Hart-Davis (ed), Selected letters of Oscar Wilde (Oxford: Oxford University Press 1979).
  10. Rupert Hart-Davis (ed), More letters of Oscar Wilde (London: Murray 1985).
  11. Vyvyan Beresford Holland, Oscar Wilde: a pictorial biography (London: Thames & Hudson 1960).
  12. H. Montgomery Hyde, Oscar Wilde: a biography (London: Methuen 1977).
  13. Andrew McDonnell, Oscar Wilde at Oxford: an annotated catalogue of Wilde manuscripts and related items at the Bodleian Library, Oxford, including many hitherto unpublished letters, photographs and illustrations (A. McDonnell 1996). Limited edition of 170 copies.
  14. Stuart Mason, Bibliography of Oscar Wilde (London: E. G. Richards 1907). Also pubd. New York 1908, London 1914 in 2 vols. Repr. of 1914 edition: New York: Haskell House 1972.
  15. E. H. Mikhail, Oscar Wilde: an annotated bibliography of criticism (London: Macmillan 1978). Also pubd. Totowa NJ: Rowman & Littlefield 1978.
  16. Thomas A. Mikolyzk, Oscar Wilde: an annotated bibliography (Westport CT: Greenwood Press 1993). Bibliographies and indexes in world literature, 38.
  17. Norman Page, An Oscar Wilde chronology (London: Macmillan 1991).
  18. Hesketh Pearson, A Life of Oscar Wilde (London 1946).
  19. Richard Pine, The thief of reason: Oscar Wilde and modern Ireland (Dublin: Gill & Macmillan 1996).
  20. Horst Schroeder, Additions and corrections to Richard Ellmann's Oscar Wilde (Braunschweig: H. Schroeder 1989).

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Wilde, Oscar (1919). ‘Charmides’. In: Charmides and other poems‍. London: Methuen & Co. Ltd., pp. 9–64.

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Date: 1881

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