Explore "Sen Artysty or, the Artist's Dream" by Oscar Wilde on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
From the Polish of Madame Helena Modjeska / I too have had my dreams: ay, indeed known / The crowded visions of a fiery youth / Which haunt me still.
Methought that once I lay / Within some garden close, what time the Spring / Breaks like a bird from Winter, and the sky / Is sapphire-vaulted. The pure air was soft, / And the deep grass I lay on soft as air.