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Les Silhouettes

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,

The dull dead wind is out of tune,

And like a withered leaf the

Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid

Lies the black boat: a sailor

Clambers aboard in careless

With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,

Where through the dusky upland

The young brown-throated reapers pass,

Like silhouettes against the sky.

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr…

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