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O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance
The moon a web of silence
In the still garden where a
Gathers the simple salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging
And moonlight kisses her young
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
Be mine,
I pray, a waxen
To shield me from her childish
And mine a shielded heart for
Who gathers simples of the moon.
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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