James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night's sindark nave.
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
And long and loud,
To night's nave upsoaring,
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.
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