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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,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
XXVIII
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
XXIX
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me
upbraid,
XXX
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
XXXI
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
XXXII
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
XXXIII
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music
make
XXXIV
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
XXXV
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,

XXXVI
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses
plunging, foam about their knees:
Chamber Music
I
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,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers
straying
Upon an instrument.
II
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The
lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends
upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this