Araby

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.'

image came between me and the page I strove to read.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

her voice was not encouraging; she seemed to have spoken to me out of a sense of duty

lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns

lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns.