Poem by James Joyce

Ecce Puer

Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!

Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.

A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!

1. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
2. Chamber Music. 20. In the Dark Pine-Wood
3. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night
4. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
5. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire

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