James Joyce: Portrait

Art thou pale for weariness 

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, 

Wandering companionless …? 


He repeated to himself the lines of Shelley’s fragment. Its alternation of sad human ineffectualness with vast inhuman cycles of activity chilled him, and he forgot his own human and ineffectual grieving.

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