The eyes that mock me sign the way <br />Whereto I pass at eve of day. <br /> <br />Grey way whose violet signals are <br />The trysting and the twining star. <br /> <br />Ah star of evil! star of pain! <br />Highhearted youth comes not again <br /> <br />Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know <br />The signs that mock me as I go.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bahnhofstrasse/
