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Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, better known as Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), was an Irish poet and author and is considered one of the greatest playwrights of the Victorian era. The son of unconventional parents, both of whom were writers themselves, Oscar was an outstanding student who demonstrated literary talent from an early age. An avid and vocal devotee of aestheticism--the belief in art for art's sake--Oscar traveled extensively lecturing on its merits, and was an instant celebrity when he arrived in America. Outspoken and flamboyant in his lifestyle and dress, Oscar was similar to Walt Whitman in that he had as many detractors as he did fans. His charm and wit were undeniable, though, and many of his wry remarks and clever comebacks are preserved in quotation books today. Oscar's life and work inspired numerous films and biographies, but he died penniless in Paris at the age of 47.
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