Le Jardin
1854.10.16-1900.11.30
The lily's withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.
The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter, - hour by hour.
Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass:
The roses lie upon the grass
Like little shreds of crimson silk.
DayPoems Poem No. 2692
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2692.html">Le Jardin by Oscar Wilde</a>
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