The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
Alone
James Joyce
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