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 ...
The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly ...
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