James Joyce

James Joyce

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where The willows meet
There's music along the river For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
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Now,
O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way
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Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise
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Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess The malice of thy tenderness
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Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere
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Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
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Sleep now,
O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart
A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart
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