Author: James Joyce

Thou leanest to the shell of night, Dear lady, a divining ear. In that soft choiring of delight What sound […]

Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the […]

Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to […]

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love’s deep slumber and from death, For lo! the treees are full of […]

Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood To make […]

O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know […]

Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium. O, hurry […]

Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain – Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo […]

Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining […]

What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and […]