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. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath
3. Chamber Music. 6. I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be
4. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
5. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night

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