Explore "She Weeps over Rahoon" by James Joyce on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, / Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling, / At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou / How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling, / Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling, / Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold / As his sad heart has lain / Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould / And muttering rain.
Trieste, 1913.