Dr. Seward's Asylum

kaiserbund:

loveatthegallows:

Lord Alfred Douglas (pictured above), poet and former lover to writer Oscar Wilde, wrote the following poem upon learning of Wilde’s death in exile.

The Dead Poet

I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face

All radiant and unshadowed of distress,

And as of old, in music measureless,

I heard his golden voice and marked him trace

Under the common thing the hidden grace,

And conjure words out of emptiness,

Till mean things put on beauty like a dress

And all the world was an enchanted place.

And then methought outside a fast locked gate

I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,

Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,

Wonders that might have been articulate,

And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds.

And so I woke and knew that he was dead.

#that’s really cute bosie #really sweet #yeah fuck you bosie

I’m officially crying.