Alone
James Joyce
The noon’s greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the night A name—her name— And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.
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The noon’s greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the night A name—her name— And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.
