Under The Balcony

Romantic poem “Under the Balcony” is written by Oscar Wilde. This poem is written with the narrator under the balcony of his Loved.

Poem Text: Under The Balcony

O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!
Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south!
And light for my love her way,
Lest her little feet should stray
On the windy hill and the wold!
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!
Put in, put in, to the port to me!
For my love and I would go
To the land where the daffodils blow
In the heart of a violet dale!
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!
Sing on, sing on, from your soft brown throat!
And my love in her little bed
Will listen, and lift her head
From the pillow, and come my way!
O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!
Come down, come down, for my love to wear!
You will die on her head in a crown,
You will die in a fold of her gown,
To her little light heart, you will go!
O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!

The Poet

Oscar Wilde is a renowned poet, playwright, essayist, novelist and has a plethora of popular short stories to his name. Wonderful with his pen, he can weave magic with his words.

Under The Balcony
Oscar Wilde

Under The Balcony Review

Oscar Wilde has a large collection of love poems. They are always beautiful, full of metaphors and similes and have a vivid imagery.

This one is no exception. He praises his beautiful love as he wishes to travel to a place which is as beautiful as she is, full of daffodils and color and happiness. He uses the elements of nature like the moon and the sea with it.

Under The Balcony
Oscar Wilde

He urges a bird to sing for her so that she wakes and walks towards him. He asks trees to bloom so that she can wear crowns made of flowers and decorate her gowns with it.

Wilde paints an image with his words, so carefully chosen as if shades of colors being smeared on a palette.

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