Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.
Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.
More verses by James Joyce
- He Who Hath Glory Lost
- Lightly Come Or Lightly Go
- Bright Cap And Streamers
- In The Dark Pine-Wood
- A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight