My Voice by Oscar Wilde

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell. 


About the Author 

 He was born Oct. 16, 1854 - and he died on Nov. 30, 1900. He is Irish writer and a Poet.After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s.



Reflection :

I can make text to text connections because i have read many poems that Mr. Oscar Wilde wrote. I can also make text to self connections because i can connect to how this person feels about his voice. I can make text to world connections because everyone in the world might've felt this way before.


TPCASTT

Title : i thought it was about singing competition

Paraphrase: its about a person getting ready to do his part of his life. 

Connotation: neutral

Attitude : calm

Shift : it went from depressing to calm

Title :  My voice

Theme: don't always put your self down.