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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Simples

James Joyce

O bella, bionda
sei come l’onda
OF cool sweet dew and radiance mild

The moon a web of silence weaves

In the still garden where a child

Gathers the simple salad leaves.

A moon-dew stars her hanging hair,

And moonlight touches her young brow;

And, gathering, she sings an air:

“Fair as the wave is, fair art thou.”

Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear

To shield me from her childish croon,

And mine a shielded heart to her

Who gathers simples of the moon.