Oscar Wilde - Roses and Rue (To L. L.)
“Well, I had wasted my boyhood, true,
But it was for you,
You had poets enough on the shelf,
I gave you myself!
Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know;
Poets’ hearts break so.
But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God’s Heaven and Hell.”