The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
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Comments1Just revisited James Joyce's "Alone"; such a powerful and evocative piece that brings back nostalgic feelings from when I first read it as a young lad. The innate desire depicted in the poem is so deeply moving, and typical of Joyce's work. I've always been curious, who might the 'her' in the poem refer to? Does anyone have thoughts on this?