Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
More verses by James Joyce
- Strings In The Earth And Air
- Rain Has Fallen All The Day
- He Who Hath Glory Lost
- Lightly Come Or Lightly Go
- Bright Cap And Streamers