Poem: With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'

A poem by Oscar Wilde

Poem: With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'



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.