Easter Day A Poem By Oscar Wilde

Easter Day By Oscar Wilde The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men I saw,Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,Three crowns of gold rose high […]

The Ballad Of Reading By Oscar Wilde

The Ballad Of Reading By Oscar Wilde I He did not wear his scarlet coat,  For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his hands  When they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,  And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men  In a suit of shabby grey;A cricket […]