James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night

Thou leanest to the shell of night,
    Dear lady, a divining ear.
In that soft choiring of delight
    What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey deserts of the north?

    That mood of thine, O timorous,
Is his, if thou but scan it well,
    Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
At ghosting hour conjurable—
    And all for some strange name he read
    In Purchas or in Holinshed.

1. Flood
2. Satire on the Brothers Fay
3. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
4. Chamber Music. 34. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
5. Chamber Music. 4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1489

Последние стихотворения

To English version