Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Night PieceJames Joyce
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The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghost-fires from heaven’s far verges faint illume—
Arches on soaring arches—
Night’s sin-dark nave.
The lost hosts awaken
To service, till
In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.
To night’s nave upsoaring,
A star-knell tolls—
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.