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NG of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own love To hang upon a tree. For you a House of Ivory (Roses are white in the rose-bower)! A narrow bed for me to lie (White,
O white, is the hemlock flower)! Myrtle and jessamine for you (O the red rose is fair to see)! For me the cypress and the rue (Fairest of all is rose-mary)! For you three lovers of your hand (Green grass where a man lies dead)! For me three paces on the sand (Plant lilies at my head)!
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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