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WHAT COUNSEL HAS THE HOODED MOON by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

What counsel has the hooded moon      Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune,      Glory and stars beneath his feet— A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian Capuchin? Believe me rather that am wise      In disregard of the divine, A glory kindles in those eyes,      Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist. From 1000 Years of Irish Poetry,     edited by Kathleen Hoagland (1975)

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