WHAT COUNSEL HAS THE HOODED MOON

by: James Joyce (1882-1941)

      HAT 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.

'What counsel has the hooded moon' is reprinted from Chamber Music. James Joyce. London: Elkin Mathews, 1907.

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