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James Joyce

James Joyce

Alone

The noon’s greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
 
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name—her name—
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

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