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time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played

And one in fear was standing nigh -- -
For Love at first is all afraid.
We were grave lovers. Love is past
That had his sweet hours many a
one;
Welcome to us now at the last
The ways that we shall go upon.
XXXI
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree

My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said
to me.
Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring -- - O, happily! -- -

But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me.
XXXII
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The
leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.
Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my
beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.
XXXIII
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.
A rogue in red and yellow dress
Is knocking, knocking at the tree;

And all around our loneliness
The wind is whistling merrily.
The

leaves -- - they do not sigh at all
When the year takes them in the fall.
Now, O now, we hear no more
The vilanelle and roundelay!
Yet
will we kiss, sweetheart, before
We take sad leave at close of day.

Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- -
The year, the year is
gathering.
XXXIV
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying
"Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.
The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter

Is crying "Sleep no more."
My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart -- -
Sleep on
in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!
XXXV
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird
is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's

Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.

I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I
hear them flowing
To and fro.
XXXVI
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses
plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind
them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering ships, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I
hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a
blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out

of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no
wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you
left me alone?
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Chamber Music, by James
Joyce
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