A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.
With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by foolish tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain
Pale cheeks whereon no kiss hath left its stain,
Red under lip drawn for fear of Love,
And white throat whiter than the breast of dove
Alas! alas! if all should be in vain. -
Behind, wide fields, and reapers all a-row
In heat and labour
To no sweet sound of laughter or of lute.
The sun is shooting wide its crimson
Still the boy dreams: nor knows that night is nigh
And in the night-time no man gathers fruit.
"Wasted Days" published in Kottabos
Volume 3, No. 2 (1877) - this poem was later reworked and republished under the title Madonna Mia
in Poems, 1881.
from Project Gutenberg (public domain)
Oscar Wilde's other miscellaneous poems, 1881:
Le Jardin des Tuileries
The New Remorse
On the Sale of Keats’ Love Letters
The True Knowledge
Under the Balcony