Oscar Wilde
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On February 23rd of 1867, Oscar Wilde’s ten-year old sister, Isola Wilde, died of meningitis, a rare disease that causes inflammation in the brain and spinal cord. Wilde himself was only 12, and grieved deeply. This poem reflects the emotional toll Isola’s death caused all around her.
Years later,...
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
This five-quatrain poem has no consistent meter, but has a simple ABAB rhyme pattern.