James Joyce

,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

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

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

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