Flowers Of Gold - Oscar Wilde

Flowers Of Gold: By Oscar Wilde


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The sea is flecked with bars of gray,

    The dull dead wind is out of tune,

    And like a withered leaf the moon

Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand

    The black boat lies: a sailor boy

    Clambers aboard in careless joy

With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,

    Where through the dusky upland grass

    The young brown-throated reapers pass,

Like silhouettes against the sky.

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