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Go Seek Her Out

Go seek her out all courteously,

And say I come,

Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium.

O, hurry over the dark lands And run upon the sea For seas and lands shall not divide us My love and me.

Now, wind, of your good courtesy I pray you go,

And come into her little garden And sing at her window;

Singing:

The bridal wind is blowing For Love is at his noon;

And soon will your true love be with you,

Soon,

O soon.

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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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