Flowers of Gold

Author: Oscar Wilde  | Date: 1881


Two crowned 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 Beatrice, "Who are these?"

"Aeschylos first, the second Sophokles,

And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides."


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Chicago: Oscar Wilde, "A Vision," Flowers of Gold Original Sources, accessed July 17, 2024,

MLA: Wilde, Oscar. "A Vision." Flowers of Gold, Original Sources. 17 Jul. 2024.

Harvard: Wilde, O, 'A Vision' in Flowers of Gold. Original Sources, retrieved 17 July 2024, from