WASTED DAYS (FROM A PICTURE PAINTED BY MISS VIOLET TROUBRIDGE) by OSCAR WILDE

A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain,
With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,
And longing eyes half veil'd by foolish tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain;
Pale cheeks whereon no kiss hath left its stain,
Red under-lip drawn in for fear of Love,
And white throat whiter than the breast of dove --
Alas! alas! if all should be in vain.

Corn-fields behind, and reapers all a-row
In weariest labour toiling wearily,
To no sweet sound of laughter, or of lute;
And careless of the crimson sunset-glow
The boy still dreams: nor knows that night is nigh:
And in the night-time no man gathers fruit.

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