James Joyce

Frail the white rose and frail are Her hands that gave Whose soul is sere and paler

They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash

Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going

The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake

At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind and the sighs

The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are

Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again,

Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, Happy Love is come to woo

Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow,

Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, Still are you beautiful, but O,

Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief

Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love's deep slumber and from death, For lo! the treees are full of sighs

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing

Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever

He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, Among his foes in scorn and wrath

I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me.

In the dark pine-wood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow

Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing

Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun,

Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played And one in fear was standing nigh,

My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies

My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire

Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave.

Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand,

O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now

O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover's tale; A man shall have sorrow

O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk together;

Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain, Soft arms that woo me to relent

Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single

Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees: The leaves lie thick upon the way

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,

Silently she's combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously,

O bella bionda, Sei come l'onda! Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild

Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying 'Sleep now'

Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where

Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple

The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow

This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart

Thou leanest to the shell of night, Dear lady, a divining ear. In that soft choiring of delight

Though I thy Mithridates were, Framed to defy the poison-dart, Yet must thou fold me unaware

He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know,

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,

I heard their young hearts crying Loveward above the glancing oar And heard the prairie grasses sighing:

What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune,

When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid the drowsy even

Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood

Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead