The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Le Jardin

by Oscar Wilde

For other versions of this work, see Le Jardin.

IMPRESSIONS

I

LE JARDIN

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.