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

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Alone

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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  • Roro Zozo (4/3/2007 5:54:00 PM)

    please i need analyis about alone by james joys

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