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.
More verses by James Joyce
- I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land
- Alone
- My Dove, My Beautiful One
- Be Not Sad
- All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters