Photo Friday: Peaceful

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was,
had I not been made of common clay
I had climed the higher heights unclimed yet,
seen the fuller air, the larger day.

From the wilderness of my wasted passion
I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom,
battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses
that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels
on that verdant and enamelled mead.

I had trod the road which Dante treading
saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine...

...Keats had lifted up his hymenal curls
from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead,
clasped the hand of noble love in mine.

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush
the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard
would have read the story of our love.

Would have read the legend of my passion,
known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted
as we two are fated now to part...

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note: excerpts of a the most beautiful poem i have ever read.. and yet to know the title.. a poem written by Oscar Wilde.. and for that, a photo i had made when i was in the most beautiful peaceful place in the world..