The noon's greygolden meshes make <br />All night a veil, <br />The shorelamps in the sleeping lake <br />Laburnum tendrils trail. <br /> <br />The sly reeds whisper to the night <br />A name-- her name- <br />And all my soul is a delight, <br />A swoon of shame.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-10/
