And if he had judged her harshly If her life were a simple rosary of hours her life simple and strange as a birds life gay in the morning restless all day tired at sundown Her heart simple and willful as a birds heart
James Joyce
And if he had judged her harshly If her life were a simple rosary of hours her life simple and strange as a birds life gay in the morning restless all day tired at sundown Her heart simple and willful as a birds heart
James Joyce