James Joyce Poems
|41.||At That Hour||1/3/2003|
|43.||Go Seek Her Out||1/3/2003|
|44.||Sleep Now, O Sleep Now||1/3/2003|
|45.||Lean Out Of The Window||1/3/2003|
|46.||Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing||1/3/2003|
|50.||Because Your Voice Was At My Side||1/3/2003|
|51.||My Dove, My Beautiful One||1/3/2003|
|52.||I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land||1/3/2003|
|53.||A Flower Given To My Daughter||1/3/2003|
|54.||Be Not Sad||1/3/2003|
|55.||All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters||1/3/2003|
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the water's
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
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.