Beyond my window in the night
Is but a drab inglorious street,
Yet there the frost and clean starlight
As over Warwick woods are sweet.
Under the grey drift of the town
The crocus works among the mould
As eagerly as those that crown
The Warwick spring in flame and gold.
And when the tramway down the hill
Across the cobbles moans and rings,
There is about my window-sill
The tumult of a thousand wings.
_James Joyce_
James Joyce was born at Dublin, February 2, 1882, and educated in
Ireland. He is best known as a highly sensitive and strikingly
original writer of prose, his most celebrated works being _Dubliners_
(1914) and the novel, _A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man_
(1916). His one volume of verse, _Chamber Music_, was published in
this country in 1918.