Oscar Wilde

Here you will find the Poem A Vision of poet Oscar Wilde

A Vision

TWO crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone
 With no green weight of laurels round his head,
 But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
 And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
 For sins no bleating victim can atone,
 And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
 Girt was he in a garment black and red,
 And at his feet I marked a broken stone
 Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
 Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame 
 I cried to Beatricé, 'Who are these?'
 And she made answer, knowing well each name,
 'Æschylos first, the second Sophokles,
 And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'