To my wife:with a copy of my poems By Oscar wilde

I can write no stately proem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair,

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land,

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.

致妻子:题一本诗集

奥斯卡:王尔德

我写不出华丽的序言作为这首短歌的序曲，我胆敢在次说出的只是一个诗人和一首诗。

假如这些凋落的残花能有一朵你觉得美丽，爱便会将它吹落安息在你的发抚

当冬天的北风将大地凝固，一切变成爱的荒原

它将低诉花园的絮语，你就会恍然大悟