1890
WIND FLOWERS
by Oscar Wilde
IMPRESSION DU MATIN
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in gray:
A barge with ochre-colored hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons: and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamp's flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
MAGDALEN WALKS
The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower
of March
The daffodil breaks underfoot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
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