<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apologia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IS it thy will that I should wax and wane,<br> Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,<br> And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain<br> Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is it thy will--Love that I love so well--<br> That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot<br> Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell<br> The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,<br> And sell ambition at the common mart, <br> And let dull failure be my vestiture,<br> And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Perchance it may be better so--at least<br> I have not made my heart a heart of stone,<br> Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,<br> Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Many a man hath done so; sought to fence<br> In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,<br> Trodden the dusty road of common sense,<br> While all the forest sang of liberty, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight<br> Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,<br> To where the steep untrodden mountain height<br> Caught the last tresses of the Sun God's hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or how the little flower he trod upon,<br> The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,<br> Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun<br> Content if once its leaves were aureoled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But surely it is something to have been<br> The best belovèd for a little while, <br> To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen<br> His purple wings flit once across thy smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ay! though the gorgèd asp of passion feed<br> On my boy's heart, yet have I burst the bars,<br> Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed<br> The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473223" data-title="Apologia de Oscar Wilde" data-description="IS it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day? Is it thy will--Love that I love so well-- That my Soul's House sho..."></div> </div> </div>

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