Oscar Wilde – Flower Of Love – A Poem

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled … Continue reading Oscar Wilde – Flower Of Love – A Poem