Tilly (James Joyce Poem)
He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they ...
He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they ...
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no ...
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