I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.


The Writings of Oscar Wilde (ed. 1907)


I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.