"The Ballad of Reading Gaol", written just after his release from the titular prison.
"Something was dead in each of us,
and what was dead was Hope."
"I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in goal
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long."
- And the excerpt that was made epitaph on Wilde's tomb,
"And alien tears will fill for him,
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn."