James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

She Weeps over Rahoon

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.

Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.

Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.

1. Satire on the Brothers Fay
2. Flood
3. Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
4. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
5. Chamber Music. 27. Though I Thy Mithridates Were

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