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Oscar Wilde (1854–1900).  Poems.  1881.

38. In the Gold Room: a Harmony

HER ivory hands on the ivory keys 
  Strayed in a fitful fantasy, 
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees 
  Rustle their pale leaves listlessly, 
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea         5
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze. 
Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold 
  Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun 
On the burnished disk of the marigold, 
  Or the sun-flower turning to meet the sun  10
  When the gloom of the jealous night is done, 
And the spear of the lily is aureoled. 
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine 
  Burned like the ruby fire set 
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,  15
  Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, 
  Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet 
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine. 



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