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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Oscar Wilde
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring,And the rosebud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fireGirdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosyUnload their gaudy scentless merchandise.
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)Green grasses through the yellow sheavesOf autumn corn are not more fair.
I have my beauty,—you your art—Nay, do not start:One world was not enough for twoLike me and you.
Set in this stormy Northern sea,Queen of these restless fields of tide,England! what shall men say of thee,Before whose feet the worlds divide?
The wild bee reels from bough to boughWith his furry coat and his gauzy wing,Now in a lily cup, and nowSetting a jacinth bell a-swing,In his wandering.