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. When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
Oscar WildeAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: irish
- Born: October 16, 1854
- Died: November 30, 1900
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