James Joyce
Tutto è sciolto
A birdless heaven, sea dusk, one lone star
Piercing the west
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far
Rememberest
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow
The fragrant hair
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air
Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?