A Vision

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.'

by Oscar Wilde

Comments (21)

...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.
A poem about the poet's Vision of the 3 great tragedians of Greece...
vampire for how long you will act? ! think in the old house just once... terrific right i can hear too.
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