1 min read
Слушать

From Dewy Dreams

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,

From love's deep slumber and from death,

For lo! the trees are full of sighs Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails Where softly-burning fires appear,

Making to tremble all those veils Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,

The flowery bells of morn are stirred And the wise choirs of faery Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

0
0
53
Give Award

James Joyce

James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic…

Other author posts

Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments

Reading today

Героическая Тула
Ryfma
Ryfma is a social app for writers and readers. Publish books, stories, fanfics, poems and get paid for your work. The friendly and free way for fans to support your work for the price of a coffee
© 2024 Ryfma. All rights reserved 12+