James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Nightpiece

Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night’s sindark nave.

Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.

And long and loud,
To night’s nave upsoaring,
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.

1. Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba
2. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
3. Chamber Music. 30. Love Came to Us in Time Gone by
4. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land
5. Chamber Music. 27. Though I Thy Mithridates Were

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