James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Tutto

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest. 

The clear young eyes’ soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air. 

Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?

1. Chamber Music. 27. Though I Thy Mithridates Were
2. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
3. Chamber Music. 23. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
4. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night
5. Satire on the Brothers Fay

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