by Oscar Wilde
Victorian · Short · 12 linesnature
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.
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Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 12 lines
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