And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
Quotes from Pomes Penyeach — James Joyce
1882–1941 Ireland
12 quotes
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
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Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name — her name —
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Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
Loveward above the glancing oar
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Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: James Joyce (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.