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A Vision
(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

A Vision

Poem By Oscar Wilde

Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
Girt was he in a garment black and red,
And at his feet I marked a broken stone
Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame,
I cried to Beatrice, 'Who are these? '
And she made answer, knowing well each name,
'AEschylos first, the second Sophokles,
And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'

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WHAT A BEAUTIFUL RENDITION FROM A WORLD CLASS POET OF WISDOM A LIBRA POET WAS HE YOU CAN ALSO LIKE HIM BE
great poem! love the figurative language!
...an extremely beautiful ending ★
One of my poets! This is great write from him. Enjoyed it! !
wonderful and beautiful the best of vision from the great poet.
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