Tell me why, sad and sighing, dost thou rove
These pleasant realms? I pray thee tell me soth,
What is thy name? He said, “My name is Love,”
Then straight the first did turn himself to me,
And cried, “He lieth, for his name is Shame.
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.”
Then sighing, said the other, “Have they will.
I am the Love that dare not speak its name.”‘
– Lord Alfred Douglas “Two Loves”
This poem was quoted at the trial of Oscar Wilde, April 30, 1895