Oscar Wilde
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Wilde has also written a poem dedicated to Keats, another great Romantic Poet; titled The Grave of Keats. Keats and Shelley are widely considered to be the predecessors and major inspirations for the 19th century English Aesthetic movement, a movement which Wilde was the major figurehead of. Wilde i...
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed
Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;
Here doth the little night-owl make her throne,
And the slight lizard show his jewelled head.
And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red,
In the still chamber of yon pyramid
Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid,
Grim warder of this pleasaunce of the dead.
Ah! sweet indeed to rest within the womb
Of Earth, great mother of eternal sleep,
But sweeter far for thee a restless tomb
In the blue cavern of an echoing deep,
Or where the tall ships founder in the gloom
Against the rocks of some wave-shattered steep.