오스카 와일드1 Oscar Wilde - The Grave of Keats Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:Taken from life when life and love were newThe youngest of the martyrs here is lain,Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,But gentle violets weeping with the dewWeave on his bones an ever-blossoming chainO proudest heart that broke for misery!O sweetest lips since th.. 2015. 10. 19. 이전 1 다음 반응형
