A Flower Given to My DaughterAuthor(s): James JoyceSource: Poetry, Vol. 10, No. 2 (May, 1917), p. 74Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20571215 .

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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

A FLOWER GIVEN TO MY DAUGHTER

Frail the white rose, and frail are Her hands that gave, Whose soul is sere, and paler Than time's wan wave.

Rose-frail and fair-yet frailest, A wonder wild In gentle eyes thou veilest,

My blue-veined child.

NIGHT PIECE

Gaunt in gloom The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghost-fires from heaven's far verges faint illume Arches on soaring arches Night's sin-dark nave.

Seraphim The lost hosts awaken To service, till In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim, Raised when she has and shaken Her thurible.

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