James Joyce Poems
Monday, October 24, 2005
A flower given to my daughter
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
posted by Paolo Scalia at
2:00 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home
Name
: Paolo Scalia
Previous Posts
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home