Quote by Oscar Wilde

"As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune."

— Oscar Wilde, from Silentium Amoris

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