In a dim corner of my room for longer than
my fancy thinks
A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me
through the shifting gloom.
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Whose pallid burden, sick with pain, watches the world with wearied eyes, And weeps for every soul that dies, and weeps for every soul in vain. love this last line of this poem.....splendid imagination makes me fall In love with Oscar wilde each time I read....
This poem makes me fall in love with his imagination each time I read....
it just amplifies his genius and intelligence