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Best Famous James Joyce Poems


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by James Joyce |

At That Hour

 At that hour when all things have repose, 
O lonely watcher of the skies, 
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs 
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose 
The pale gates of sunrise? 

When all things repose, do you alone 
Awake to hear the sweet harps play 
To Love before him on his way, 
And the night wind answering in antiphon 
Till night is overgone? 

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, 
Whose way in heaven is aglow 
At that hour when soft lights come and go, 
Soft sweet music in the air above 
And in the earth below.


by James Joyce |

Bahnhofstrasse

 The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day. 

Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star. 

Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again 

Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.


by James Joyce |

Be Not Sad

 Be not sad because all men 
Prefer a lying clamour before you: 
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - 
Can they dishonour you? 

They are sadder than all tears; 
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. 
Proudly answer to their tears: 
As they deny, deny.


by James Joyce |

O It Was Out by Donnycarney

 O, it was out by Donnycarney 
When the bat flew from tree to tree 
My love and I did walk together; 
And sweet were the words she said to me. 

Along with us the summer wind 
Went murmuring -- - O, happily! -- - 
But softer than the breath of summer 
Was the kiss she gave to me.


by James Joyce |

Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

 Of that so sweet imprisonment 
My soul, dearest, is fain -- - 
Soft arms that woo me to relent 
And woo me to detain. 
Ah, could they ever hold me there 
Gladly were I a prisoner! 

Dearest, through interwoven arms 
By love made tremulous, 
That night allures me where alarms 
Nowise may trouble us; 
But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed 
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.


by James Joyce |

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

 Because your voice was at my side 
I gave him pain, 
Because within my hand I held 
Your hand again. 

There is no word nor any sign 
Can make amend -- - 
He is a stranger to me now 
Who was my friend.


by James Joyce |

Bid Adieu to Maidenhood

 Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways—
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,

When thou hast heard his name upon
The bugles of the cherubim
Begin thou softly to unzone
Thy girlish bosom unto him
And softly to undo the snood
That is the sign of maidenhood.


by James Joyce |

Bright Cap and Streamers

 Bright cap and streamers, 
He sings in the hollow: 
Come follow, come follow, 
All you that love. 
Leave dreams to the dreamers 
That will not after, 
That song and laughter 
Do nothing move. 

With ribbons streaming 
He sings the bolder; 
In troop at his shoulder 
The wild bees hum. 
And the time of dreaming 
Dreams is over -- - 
As lover to lover, 
Sweetheart, I come.


by James Joyce |

Dear Heart Why Will You Use Me So?

 Dear heart, why will you use me so? 
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, 
Still are you beautiful -- - but O, 
How is your beauty raimented! 

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, 
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, 
Desolate winds assail with cries 
The shadowy garden where love is. 

And soon shall love dissolved be 
When over us the wild winds blow -- - 
But you, dear love, too dear to me, 
Alas! why will you use me so?


by James Joyce |

He Who Hath Glory Lost

 He who hath glory lost, nor hath 
Found any soul to fellow his, 
Among his foes in scorn and wrath 
Holding to ancient nobleness, 
That high unconsortable one --- 
His love is his companion.