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Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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Drawing the boundary…

Thou leanest to the shell of night

by James Joyce

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Think, O Heart, what sweet—had you waited
A moment, on such a day—
Had yet been to do or to say
That shall never be said now or done!

Think what beautiful worlds uncreated
The clouds then bore back to the sun;
What blisses were all frustrated;
What loves, that were almost begun!

Think, O Life,—had your stream but drifted
To this or that holier Past,
Or Future that must come at last—
Think, O sorrowful Life, and repent—

How the sorrowful days had been gifted
With solace and ravishment,
And year after year slowly lifted
To heavens of golden content!

Thou leanest to the shell of night

by James Joyce

Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.
In that soft choiring of delight
What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey deserts of the north?

That mood of thine, O timorous,
Is his, if thou but scan it well,
Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
At ghosting hour conjurable—
And all for some strange name he read
In Purchas or in Holinshed.

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