Go little book,
To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:
And bid him look
Into thy pages: it may hap that he
May find that golden maidens dance through thee.
More verses by Oscar Wilde
- Ballade De Marguerite (Normande)
- From Spring Days To Winter (For Music)
- Helas!
- Ballade De Marguerite
- Holy Week At Genoa