Author: James Joyce

My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving […]

Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There’s music along […]

They mouth love’s language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed […]

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might […]

O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where […]

Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like […]

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far, […]

At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind […]

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He […]

Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, Still are you beautiful – but […]

My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in […]

O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk […]

Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen […]

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that […]

Frail the white rose and frail are Her hands that gave Whose soul is sere and paler Than time’s wan […]

O bella bionda, Sei come l’onda! Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild The moon a web of silence weaves […]

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish […]

He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, Among his foes in scorn and wrath […]

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly […]

Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no […]