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At Verona

At Verona
by Oscar Wilde

HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are
  For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,
  And O how salt and bitter is the bread

The bridegroom

The bridegroom

I slept, - 'twas midnight, - in my bosom woke,
As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;

Love

Love

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,

A Sad State Of Freedom

A Sad State Of Freedom

You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others--
you are free to make the rich richer.

The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.

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