Treasure Island

James Joyce

(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)

Poems of James Joyce

She Weeps over Rahoon

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.

Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.

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