Monday, January 24, 2005

Poetry from Chamber Music, by James Joyce - XXVI

XXVI

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 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.

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