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Her Voice

by Oscar Wilde, 1881

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
   With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
 Now in a lily-cup, and now
   Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
           In his wandering;
 Sit closer love: it was here I trow
           I made that vow,

 Swore that two lives should be like one
   As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
 As long as the sunflower sought the sun,—
   It shall be, I said, for eternity
           ’Twixt you and me!
 Dear friend, those times are over and done,
           Love’s web is spun.

 Look upward where the poplar trees
   Sway and sway in the summer air,
 Here in the valley never a breeze
   Scatters the thistledown, but there
           Great winds blow fair
 From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
           And the wave-lashed leas.

 Look upward where the white gull screams,
   What does it see that we do not see?
 Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
   On some outward voyaging argosy,—
           Ah! can it be
 We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
           How sad it seems.

 Sweet, there is nothing left to say
   But this, that love is never lost,
 Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
   Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
           Ships tempest-tossed
 Will find a harbour in some bay,
           And so we may.

 And there is nothing left to do
   But to kiss once again, and part,
 Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
   I have my beauty,—you your Art,
           Nay, do not start,
 One world was not enough for two
           Like me and you.

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