Oscar Wilde’s 1881 poem “Hélas” begins:
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?—
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Wilde is expressing his reservations about the virtues of the romantic era in comparison to the classical era. Ancient wisdom (Stoicism in particular) offers a regime of “austere control” which aims to make the psyche invulnerable and self-sufficient. Romanticism, on the other hand, makes the psyche vulnerable to “drift with every passion,” making it a “stringed lute on which all winds can play.” The scroll of Wilde’s mind has been written twice—first with the classics, then with romanticism. In the mood the poem expresses, the second writing seems merely “boyish” in comparison to the more mature ancient wisdom. The puerile scribbles of romanticism have merely covered up and marred the profound wisdom of the ancients, wisdom which might otherwise have laid bare the “secret of the whole” of human existence.
The poem continues:
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
Is that time dead? ...
Wilde was only 27 when he wrote the poem, so it seems hardly plausible that he is lamenting the demise of his intellect. He seems rather to be wishing he had been born in an earlier time, in which the authority of the classics was still untrammeled by Enlightenment skepticism and Romantic cynicism.
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