Treasure Island

James Joyce

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

A Flower Given to My Daughter


Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.

Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Leslie Sharp (8/28/2014 8:17:00 AM)

    A father love for his daughter knowing she gave to this world which is frail, trying to heal the wrongs a fragile child against the worlds way, became obsessed and veiled to the world somewhat like the Amish believe
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