A Lament Poem by Oscar Wilde
A Lament
O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees. -
O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone. -
But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.
Awesome poem: Yet from the sorrows of his life Builds ladders to be nearer God.
Wonderful piece of poetry. I first read it in my school. Thanks.
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4/23/2024 4:25:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A delightful piece; title doesn't do this poem justice; I'd suggest to be nearer..., but I know that he is deceased. -Joe Breunig, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory