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A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth
Dusk of the air.
Why then, remembering those
Sweet lures,
When the dear love she yielded with a
Was all but thine?
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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