Frail the white rose and frail
Her hands that
Whose soul is sere and
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair — yet frailestA wonder
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
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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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