James Joyce Nightpiece Gaunt in gloom The pale stars their torches Enshrouded wave. Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume Arches on soaring arches, Night’s sindark nave. Seraphim The lost hosts awaken To service till In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim Raised when she has and shaken Her thurible. 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. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Ê ñïèñêó àâòîðîâ Ê ñïèñêó ïðîèçâåäåíèé