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Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel

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  • Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel

    Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel
    by Oscar Wilde


    Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring,
    Sad olive-groves, or silver-breasted dove,
    Teach me more clearly of Thy life and love
    Than terrors of red flame and thundering.
    The hillside vines dear memories of Thee bring:
    A bird at evening flying to its nest
    Tells me of One who had no place of rest:
    I think it is of Thee the sparrows sing.
    Come rather on some autumn afternoon,
    When red and brown are burnished on the leaves,
    And the fields echo to the gleaner's song,
    Come when the splendid fulness of the moon
    Looks down upon the rows of golden sheaves,
    And reap Thy harvest: we have waited long.
    اللھم صلی علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما صلیت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔
    اللھم بارک علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما بارکت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔

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