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Title: Chamber Music

Author: James Joyce

Posting Date: December 11, 2008 [EBook #2817]
Release Date: September, 2001

Language: English

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CHAMBER MUSIC

By James Joyce

Contents:

I

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;

II

The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,

III

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,

IV

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,

V

Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,

VI

I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)

VII

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,

VIII

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

IX

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee

X

Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:

XI

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,

XII

What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,

XIII

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,

XIV

My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!

XV

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,

XVI

O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go

XVII

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

XVIII

O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;

XIX

Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:

XX

In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,

XXI

He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,

XXII

Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain--

XXIII

This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,

XXIV

Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair

XXV

Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,

XXVI

Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.

XXVII

Though I thy Mithridates were