HOW steep the stairs within Kings' houses are
For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,
And O how salt and bitter is the bread
Which falls from this Hound's table,--better far
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.....a wonderful poem...love these lines especially ★ I do possess what none can take away, my love, and all the glory of the stars
Wilde had his poetic fervour matured while being behind the bars.
I love this poem SO much even despite not really liking the poet that much!