Love Poems

She Weeps Over Rahoon, by James Joyce.

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 to our hearts. O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould.
And muttering rain.

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