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Слушать(AI)Who Goes Amid the Green Wood
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal?
The ways of all the woodland Gleam with a soft and golden fire — - For whom does all the sunny woodland Carry so brave attire?
O, it is for my true love The woods their rich apparel wear — - O, it is for my own true love,
That is so young and fair.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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