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James Joyce

James Joyce

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The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
 
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
 
Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again
 
Nor old heart’s wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.

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