James Joyce

All day I hear the noise of waters ,Making moan Sad as the sea-bird is when, going ,Forth alone

,I hear an army charging upon the land :And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees ,Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand .Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers

Of the dark past .A child is born With joy and grief .My heart is torn

Goldbrown upon the sated flood ;The rockvine clusters lift and sway Vast wings above the lambent waters brood .Of sullen day