Oscar Wilde – Magdalen Walks



madlyn walks by Oscar Wilde read for librivox.org by Jennifer painter after gaining the Barclays gold medal for Greek Trinity College Dublin in 1874 Oscar Wilde proceeded to Oxford where he obtained a demi tschappat Moreland College he is the only real poet on the books of that institution maudlin walks the little white clouds are racing over the sky and the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March the daffodil breaks under foot and the tasseled larch sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by a delicate odor is borne on the wings of the morning breeze the odor of deep wet grass and a brown new furrowed earth the birds are singing for joy of the springs glad birth hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees and all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring and the rosebud breaks into pink on the climbing briar and the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire girdle drowned with the belts of an amethyst ring and the plain to the pine tree is whispering some tale of love till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green and the gloom of the which Elms Hollow is lit with the irish sheen of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove see the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow they're breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew and flashing it down the river a flame of blue the Kingfisher flies like an arrow and wounds the air end of poem this recording is in the public domain

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