Lillie (Oscillate Wildly, The Smiths)

scenes from "Lillie" (1978)

Francesca Annis as Lillie Langtry
Peter Egan as Oscar Wilde

THE NEW HELEN
by Oscar Wilde

Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy
The sons of God fought in that great emprise?
Why dost thou walk our common earth again?
Hast thou forgotten that impassioned boy,
His purple galley and his Tyrian men
And treacherous Aphrodite's mocking eyes?
For surely it was thou, who, like a star
Hung in the silver silence of the night,
Didst lure the Old World's chivalry and might
Into the clamorous crimson waves of war!

Or didst thou rule the fire-laden moon?
In amorous Sidon was thy temple built
Over the light and laughter of the sea
Where, behind lattice scarlet-wrought and gilt,
Some brown-limbed girl did weave thee tapestry,
All through the waste and wearied hours of noon;
Till her wan cheek with flame of passion burned,
And she rose up the sea-washed lips to kiss
Of some glad Cyprian sailor, safe returned
From Calpe and the cliffs of Herakles!

No! thou art Helen, and none other one!
It was for thee that young Sarpedon died,
And Memnon's manhood was untimely spent;
It was for thee gold-crested Hector tried
With Thetis' child that evil race to run,
In the last year of thy beleaguerment;
Ay! even now the glory of thy fame
Burns in those fields of trampled asphodel,
Where the high lords whom Ilion knew so well
Clash ghostly shields, and call upon thy name.

Where hast thou been? in that enchanted land
Whose slumbering vales forlorn Calypso knew,
Where never mower rose at break of day
But all unswathed the trammelling grasses grew,
And the sad shepherd saw the tall corn stand
Till summer's red had changed to withered grey?
Didst thou lie there by some Lethaean stream
Deep brooding on thine ancient memory,
The crash of broken spears, the fiery gleam
From shivered helm, the Grecian battle-cry?

Nay, thou wert hidden in that hollow hill
With one who is forgotten utterly,
That discrowned Queen men call the Erycine;
Hidden away that never mightst thou see
The face of Her, before whose mouldering shrine
To-day at Rome the silent nations kneel;
Who gat from Love no joyous gladdening,
But only Love's intolerable pain,
Only a sword to pierce her heart in twain,
Only the bitterness of child-bearing.

The lotus-leaves which heal the wounds of Death
Lie in thy hand; O, be thou kind to me,
While yet I know the summer of my days;
For hardly can my tremulous lips draw breath
To fill the silver trumpet with thy praise,
So bowed am I before thy mystery;
So bowed and broken on Love's terrible wheel,
That I have lost all hope and heart to sing,
Yet care I not what ruin time may bring
If in thy temple thou wilt let me kneel.

Alas, alas, thou wilt not tarry here,
But, like that bird, the servant of the sun,
Who flies before the north wind and the night,
So wilt thou fly our evil land and drear,
Back to the tower of thine old delight,
And the red lips of young Euphorion;
Nor shall I ever see thy face again,
But in this poisonous garden-close must stay,
Crowning my brows with the thorn-crown of pain,
Till all my loveless life shall pass away.

O Helen! Helen! Helen! yet a while,
Yet for a little while, O, tarry here,
Till the dawn cometh and the shadows flee!
For in the gladsome sunlight of thy smile
Of heaven or hell I have no thought or fear,
Seeing I know no other god but thee:
No other god save him, before whose feet
In nets of gold the tired planets move,
The incarnate spirit of spiritual love
Who in thy body holds his joyous seat.

Thou wert not born as common women are!
But, girt with silver splendour of the foam,
Didst from the depths of sapphire seas arise!
And at thy coming some immortal star,
Bearded with flame, blazed in the Eastern skies,
And waked the shepherds on thine island-home.
Thou shalt not die: no asps of Egypt creep
Close at thy heels to taint the delicate air;
No sullen-blooming poppies stain thy hair,
Those scarlet heralds of eternal sleep.

Lily of love, pure and inviolate!
Tower of ivory! red rose of fire!
Thou hast come down our darkness to illume:
For we, close-caught in the wide nets of Fate,
Wearied with waiting for the World's Desire,
Aimlessly wandered in the House of gloom,
Aimlessly sought some slumberous anodyne
For wasted lives, for lingering wretchedness,
Till we beheld thy re-arisen shrine,
And the white glory of thy loveliness.

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[dorotasz]

Oscar Wilde was a Homosexual and its a fact and i love his work

[AdArmand]

@dorotasz - - this video is not focusing on his erotic passions, but how Lillie inspired his imagination.

[MrWilum]

This is the series that introduced me to Oscar Wilde and led to my enchantment with Classic Literature. Peter Egan is such a fine Oscar Wilde. I found a recording of him reading THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY -- his reading voice is superb.

[soulgirl66]

Does anyone know where I can watch this series online or anywhere on YT? It was the series that introduced me to the fabulous Francesa Annis! 

[ibrewerwestislip]

Peter Egan's Oscar Wilde was unsurpassable. Oscar Wilde cultivated Lillie's success. He was in a way her PR man. He was inspired by her. She was his muse and he wrote her poem The New Helen. He slept outside her door when he was writing it, and would not see her til it was done. He said to her huband, my muse is timorous.......

[HCShannon]

@dorotasz He also had a wife and kids!

[hanluy1215]

Peter Egan IS Oscar Wilde.

[janebubles]

I love bisexual Oscar Wilde :) !

[kw19193]

Wilde was a bisexual from his days at Oxford through to the first few years of his marriage. After the birth of his second son his sexual relationships were exclusively with men(more than a few of them quite young . . .). But more to the point of this vid . . . I, for one, consider Egan's Wilde to stand above all others. Brill, memorable, and spot on! Cheers!!!

[wisesatyr72]

He mustve really loved his wife and had yearning for female body to have children I cant fathom hed go through all this jus to be accepted during that time then screwed it up by going public of his homosexuality..

[wadyano]

in real life they were only friends. she was the mistress to the prince.

[shuikyou]

preeeettttyyyyyy sure he was just plain gay. He had a wife but in that time period it's not really indicative of anything...