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.
More verses by James Joyce
- Because Your Voice Was At My Side
- I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land
- Alone
- My Dove, My Beautiful One
- Be Not Sad