Ecce Puer (James Joyce Poem)
Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle ...
Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle ...
Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its ...
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