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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Alone

James Joyce

THE MOON’S soft golden meshes make

All night a veil;

The shore-lamps in the sleeping lake

Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper in the night

A name—her name,

And all my soul is a delight,

A swoon of shame.