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Yet this the need of woman, this her curse:
To range her little gifts, and give, and give,
Because the throb of giving's sweet to bear.
To you, who never begged me vows or verse,
My gift shall be my absence, while I live;
But after that, my dear, I cannot swear

Gayly it lived, and gallantly it died

What an exquisite collection of poems!!!

Hauntingly beautiful.

Amazing and very involving!!

Mr. Wilde, how did you manage to create such a wonderful piece of writing? So witty and charming. Unfortunate are the ones who are averse to reading.