A Flower Given To My Daughter Poem by James Joyce
A Flower Given To My Daughter
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
A father love for his daughter knowing she gave to this world which is frail, trying to heal the wrongs a fragile child against the worlds way, became obsessed and veiled to the world somewhat like the Amish believe * The Devil's Play ground*
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4/25/2024 3:26:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful. So strange.I love it