Oscar Wilde

Charmides, and Other Poems Oscar Wilde

He was a Grecian lad, who coming homeWith pulpy figs and wine from SicilyStood at his galley's prow, and let the foamBlow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously, And holding wave and wind in boy's despitePeered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night. Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spearLike a thin thread of gold against the sky, And hoisted sail, and strained the creaking gear, And bade the pilot head her lustilyAgainst the nor'west gale, and all day longHeld on his way, and marked the rowers' time with measured so