Treasure Island

James Joyce

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

Ecce Puer


Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!

Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.

A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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