James Joyce


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  1. A Flower Given To My Daughter
  2. A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight
  3. A Prayer
  4. All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
  5. Alone
  6. At That Hour
  7. Bahnhofstrasse
  8. Be Not Sad
  9. Because Your Voice Was At My Side
  10. Bid Adieu To Maidenhood
  11. Bright Cap And Streamers
  12. Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
  13. Ecce Puer
  14. Flood
  15. From Dewy Dreams
  16. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
  17. Go Seek Her Out
  18. He Who Hath Glory Lost
  19. I Hear an Army
  20. I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be
  21. In The Dark Pine-Wood
  22. Lean Out Of The Window
  23. Lightly Come Or Lightly Go
  24. Love Came To Us
  25. My Dove, My Beautiful One
  26. My Love Is In A Light Attire
  27. Nightpiece
  28. Now, O Now In This Brown Land
  29. O Cool Is the Valley Now
  30. O Sweetheart, Hear You
  31. O, It Was Out By Donnycarney
  32. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
  33. On The Beach At Fontana
  34. Rain Has Fallen All The Day
  35. She Weeps Over Rahoon
  36. Silently She's Combing
  37. Simples
  38. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
  39. Strings In The Earth And Air
  40. The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly
  41. The Twilight Turns
  42. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
  43. Thou Leanest To The Shell Of Night
  44. Though I Thy Mithridates Were
  45. Tilly
  46. Tutto è Sciolto
  47. Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba
  48. What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon
  49. When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven
  50. Who Goes Amid The Green Wood
  51. Winds Of May

    Biographical information
      Name: James Augustine Aloysius Joyce
      Place and date of birth: Dublin (Ireland); February 2, 1882
      Place and date of death: Zurich (Switzerland); January 13, 1941 (aged 58)

      A Flower Given To My Daughter
        Frail the white rose and frail are
        Her hands that gave
        Whose soul is sere and paler
        Than time's wan wave.

        Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
        A wonder wild
        In gentle eyes thou veilest,
        My blueveined child.

      A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight
        They mouth love's language. Gnash
        The thirteen teeth
        Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
        Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
        Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
        As sour as cat's breath,
        Harsh of tongue.

        This grey that stares
        Lies not, stark skin and bone.
        Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
        Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
        Dire hunger holds his hour.
        Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
        Pluck and devour!

      A Prayer
        Come, give, yield all your strength to me!
        From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain
        Its cruel calm, submission's misery,
        Gentling her awe as to a soul predestined.
        Cease, silent love! My doom!

        Blind me with your dark nearness, O have mercy, beloved enemy of my will!
        I dare not withstand the cold touch that I dread.
        Draw from me still
        My slow life! Bend deeper on me, threatening head,
        Proud by my downfall, remembering, pitying
        Him who is, him who was!

        Together, folded by the night, they lay on earth. I hear
        From far her low word breathe on my breaking brain.
        Come! I yield. Bend deeper upon me! I am here.
        Subduer, do not leave me! Only joy, only anguish,
        Take me, save me, soothe me, O spare me!

      All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
        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

        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.

        The noon's greygolden meshes make
        All night a veil,
        The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
        Laburnum tendrils trail.

        The sly reeds whisper to the night
        A name-- her name-
        And all my soul is a delight,
        A swoon of shame.

      At That Hour
        At that hour when all things have repose,
        O lonely watcher of the skies,
        Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
        Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
        The pale gates of sunrise?

        When all things repose, do you alone
        Awake to hear the sweet harps play
        To Love before him on his way,
        And the night wind answering in antiphon
        Till night is overgone?

        Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
        Whose way in heaven is aglow
        At that hour when soft lights come and go,
        Soft sweet music in the air above
        And in the earth below.

        The eyes that mock me sign the way
        Whereto I pass at eve of day.

        Grey way whose violet signals are
        The trysting and the twining star.

        Ah star of evil! star of pain!
        Highhearted youth comes not again

        Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
        The signs that mock me as I go.

      Be Not Sad
        Be not sad because all men
        Prefer a lying clamour before you:
        Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
        Can they dishonour you?

        They are sadder than all tears;
        Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
        Proudly answer to their tears:
        As they deny, deny.

      Because Your Voice Was At My Side
        Because your voice was at my side
        I gave him pain,
        Because within my hand I held
        Your hand again.

        There is no word nor any sign
        Can make amend -- -
        He is a stranger to me now
        Who was my friend.

      Bid Adieu To Maidenhood
        Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
        Bid adieu to girlish days,
        Happy Love is come to woo
        Thee and woo thy girlish ways—
        The zone that doth become thee fair,
        The snood upon thy yellow hair,

        When thou hast heard his name upon
        The bugles of the cherubim
        Begin thou softly to unzone
        Thy girlish bosom unto him
        And softly to undo the snood
        That is the sign of maidenhood.

      Bright Cap And Streamers
        Bright cap and streamers,
        He sings in the hollow:
        Come follow, come follow,
        All you that love.
        Leave dreams to the dreamers
        That will not after,
        That song and laughter
        Do nothing move.

        With ribbons streaming
        He sings the bolder;
        In troop at his shoulder
        The wild bees hum.
        And the time of dreaming
        Dreams is over -- -
        As lover to lover,
        Sweetheart, I come.

      Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
        Dear heart, why will you use me so?
        Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
        Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
        How is your beauty raimented!

        Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
        Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
        Desolate winds assail with cries
        The shadowy garden where love is.

        And soon shall love dissolved be
        When over us the wild winds blow -- -
        But you, dear love, too dear to me,
        Alas! why will you use me so?

      Ecce Puer
        Of the dark past
        A child is born;
        With joy and grief
        My heart is torn.

        Calm in his cradle
        The living lies.
        May love and mercy
        Unclose his eyes!

        Young life is breathed
        On the glass;
        The world that was not
        Comes to pass.

        A child is sleeping:
        An old man gone.
        O, father forsaken,
        Forgive your son!

        Goldbrown upon the sated flood
        The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
        Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
        Of sullen day.
        A waste of waters ruthlessly
        Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
        Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
        In dull disdain.
        Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
        Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,
        Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine

      From Dewy Dreams
        From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
        From love's deep slumber and from death,
        For lo! the treees are full of sighs
        Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

        Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
        Where softly-burning fires appear,
        Making to tremble all those veils
        Of grey and golden gossamer.

        While sweetly, gently, secretly,
        The flowery bells of morn are stirred
        And the wise choirs of faery
        Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

      Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
        Gentle lady, do not sing
        Sad songs about the end of love;
        Lay aside sadness and sing
        How love that passes is enough.

        Sing about the long deep sleep
        Of lovers that are dead, and how
        In the grave all love shall sleep:
        Love is aweary now.

      Go Seek Her Out
        Go seek her out all courteously,
        And say I come,
        Wind of spices whose song is ever
        O, hurry over the dark lands
        And run upon the sea
        For seas and lands shall not divide us
        My love and me.

        Now, wind, of your good courtesy
        I pray you go,
        And come into her little garden
        And sing at her window;
        Singing: The bridal wind is blowing
        For Love is at his noon;
        And soon will your true love be with you,
        Soon, O soon.

      He Who Hath Glory Lost
        He who hath glory lost, nor hath
        Found any soul to fellow his,
        Among his foes in scorn and wrath
        Holding to ancient nobleness,
        That high unconsortable one ---
        His love is his companion.

      I Hear an Army
        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 whips, the Charioteers.
        They cry into 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 grey 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?

      I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be
        I would in that sweet bosom be
        (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
        Where no rude wind might visit me.
        Because of sad austerities
        I would in that sweet bosom be.

        I would be ever in that heart
        (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
        Where only peace might be my part.
        Austerities were all the sweeter
        So I were ever in that heart.

      In The Dark Pine-Wood
        In the dark pine-wood
        I would we lay,
        In deep cool shadow
        At noon of day.

        How sweet to lie there,
        Sweet to kiss,
        Where the great pine-forest
        Enaisled is!

        Thy kiss descending
        Sweeter were
        With a soft tumult
        Of thy hair.

        O unto the pine-wood
        At noon of day
        Come with me now,
        Sweet love, away.

      Lean Out Of The Window
        Lean out of the window,
        I hear you singing
        A merry air.

        My book was closed,
        I read no more,
        Watching the fire dance
        On the floor.

        I have left my book,
        I have left my room,
        For I heard you singing
        Through the gloom.

        Singing and singing
        A merry air,
        Lean out of the window,

      Lightly Come Or Lightly Go
        Lightly come or lightly go:
        Though thy heart presage thee woe,
        Vales and many a wasted sun,
        Oread let thy laughter run,
        Till the irreverent mountain air
        Ripple all thy flying hair.

        Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:
        Clouds that wrap the vales below
        At the hour of evenstar
        Lowliest attendants are;
        Love and laughter song-confessed
        When the heart is heaviest.

      Love Came To Us
        Love came to us in 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.

      My Dove, My Beautiful One
        My dove, my beautiful one,
        Arise, arise!
        The night-dew lies
        Upon my lips and eyes.

        The odorous winds are weaving
        A music of sighs:
        Arise, arise,
        My dove, my beautiful one!

        I wait by the cedar tree,
        My sister, my love,
        White breast of the dove,
        My breast shall be your bed.

        The pale dew lies
        Like a veil on my head.
        My fair one, my fair dove,
        Arise, arise!

      My Love Is In A Light Attire
        My love is in a light attire
        Among the apple-trees,
        Where the gay winds do most desire
        To run in companies.

        There, where the gay winds stay to woo
        The young leaves as they pass,
        My love goes slowly, bending to
        Her shadow on the grass;

        And where the sky's a pale blue cup
        Over the laughing land,
        My love goes lightly, holding up
        Her dress with dainty hand.

        Gaunt in gloom,
        The pale stars their torches,
        Enshrouded, wave.
        Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,
        Arches on soaring arches,
        Night's sindark nave.
        The lost hosts awaken
        To service till
        In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
        Raised when she has and shaken
        Her thurible.
        And long and loud,
        To night's nave upsoaring,
        A starknell tolls
        As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
        Voidward from the adoring
        Waste of souls.

      Now, O Now In This Brown Land
        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.

      O Cool Is the Valley Now
        O cool is the valley now
        And there, love, will we go
        For many a choir is singing now
        Where Love did sometime go.
        And hear you not the thrushes calling,
        Calling us away?
        O cool and pleasant is the valley
        And there, love, will we stay.

      O Sweetheart, Hear You
        O Sweetheart, hear you
        Your lover's tale;
        A man shall have sorrow
        When friends him fail.

        For he shall know then
        Friends be untrue
        And a little ashes
        Their words come to.

        But one unto him
        Will softly move
        And softly woo him
        In ways of love.

        His hand is under
        Her smooth round breast;
        So he who has sorrow
        Shall have rest.

      O, It Was Out By Donnycarney
        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.

      Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
        Of that so sweet imprisonment
        My soul, dearest, is fain -- -
        Soft arms that woo me to relent
        And woo me to detain.
        Ah, could they ever hold me there
        Gladly were I a prisoner!

        Dearest, through interwoven arms
        By love made tremulous,
        That night allures me where alarms
        Nowise may trouble us;
        But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed
        Where soul with soul lies prisoned.

      On The Beach At Fontana
        Wind whines and whines the shingle,
        The crazy pierstakes groan;
        A senile sea numbers each single
        Slimesilvered stone.

        From whining wind and colder
        Grey sea I wrap him warm
        And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
        And boyish arm.

        Around us fear, descending
        Darkness of fear above
        And in my heart how deep unending
        Ache of love!

      Rain Has Fallen All The Day
        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.

      She Weeps Over Rahoon
        Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
        Where my dark lover lies.
        Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
        At grey moonrise.

        Love, hear thou
        How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
        Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
        Then as now.

        Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
        As his sad heart has lain
        Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
        And muttering rain.

      Silently She's Combing
        Silently she's combing,
        Combing her long hair
        Silently and graciously,
        With many a pretty air.

        The sun is in the willow leaves
        And on the dappled grass,
        And still she's combing her long hair
        Before the looking-glass.

        I pray you, cease to comb out,
        Comb out your long hair,
        For I have heard of witchery
        Under a pretty air,

        That makes as one thing to the lover
        Staying and going hence,
        All fair, with many a pretty air
        And many a negligence.

        O bella bionda,
        Sei come l'onda!
        Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
        The moon a web of silence weaves
        In the still garden where a child
        Gathers the simple salad leaves.
        A moondew stars her hanging hair
        And moonlight kisses her young brow
        And, gathering, she sings an air:
        Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
        Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
        To shield me from her childish croon
        And mine a shielded heart for her
        Who gathers simples of the moon.

      Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
        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!

      Strings In The Earth And Air
        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.

      The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly
        Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
        How he fell with a roll and a rumble
        And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
        By the butt of the Magazine Wall,
        (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
        Hump, helmet and all?

        He was one time our King of the Castle
        Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
        And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
        To the penal jail of Mountjoy
        (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!
        Jail him and joy.

        He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
        Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
        Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
        Openair love and religion's reform,
        (Chorus) And religious reform,
        Hideous in form.

        Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
        I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
        Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys
        All your butter is in your horns.
        (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
        Butter his horns!

        (Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
        on ye,
        Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!

        Balbaccio, balbuccio!

        We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-pox
        and china chambers
        Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.
        Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed him.
        When Chimpden first took the floor
        (Chorus) With his bucketshop store
        Down Bargainweg, Lower.

        So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous
        But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery
        And 'tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited
        With the bailiff's bom at the door,
        (Chorus) Bimbam at the door.
        Then he'll bum no more.

        Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our island
        The hooker of that hammerfast viking
        And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay
        Saw his black and tan man-o'-war.
        (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war
        On the harbour bar.

        Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls
        Donnez-moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampiny
        Fingal Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse Boniface
        Thok's min gammelhole Norveegickers moniker
        Og as ay are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod.
        (Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod.
        He is, begod.

        Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil, ye! up with the rann,
        the rhyming rann!

        It was during some fresh water garden pumping
        Or, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the monkeys
        That our heavyweight heathen Humpharey
        Made bold a maid to woo
        (Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo!
        The general lost her maidenloo!

        He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,
        For to go and shove himself that way on top of her.
        Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue
        Of our antediluvial zoo,
        (Chorus) Messrs Billing and Coo.
        Noah's larks, good as noo.

        He was joulting by Wellinton's monument
        Our rotorious hippopopotamuns
        When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
        And he caught his death of fusiliers,
        (Chorus) With his rent in his rears.
        Give him six years.

        'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children
        But look out for his missus legitimate!
        When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker
        Won't there be earwigs on the green?
        (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green,
        The largest ever you seen.

        Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses!

        Then we'll have a free trade Gael's band and mass meeting
        For to sod him the brave son of Scandiknavery.
        And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown
        Along with the devil and the Danes,
        (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes,
        And all their remains.

        And not all the king's men nor his horses
        Will resurrect his corpus
        For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell
        (bis) That's able to raise a Cain.

      The Twilight Turns
        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 way.

        Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
        That wander as they list -- -
        The twilight turns to darker blue
        With lights of amethyst.

      This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
        This heart that flutters near my heart
        My hope and all my riches is,
        Unhappy when we draw apart
        And happy between kiss and kiss:
        My hope and all my riches -- - yes! -- -
        And all my happiness.

        For there, as in some mossy nest
        The wrens will divers treasures keep,
        I laid those treasures I possessed
        Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
        Shall we not be as wise as they
        Though love live but a day?

      Thou Leanest To The Shell Of Night
        Thou leanest to the shell of night,
        Dear lady, a divining ear.
        In that soft choiring of delight
        What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
        Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
        From the grey deserts of the north?

        That mood of thine
        Is his, if thou but scan it well,
        Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
        At ghosting hour conjurable -- -
        And all for some strange name he read
        In Purchas or in Holinshed.

      Though I Thy Mithridates Were
        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.

        For elegant and antique phrase,
        Dearest, my lips wax all too wise;
        Nor have I known a love whose praise
        Our piping poets solemnize,
        Neither a love where may not be
        Ever so little falsity.

        He travels after a winter sun,
        Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
        Calling to them, a voice they know,
        He drives his beasts above Cabra.

        The voice tells them home is warm.
        They moo and make brute music with their hoofs.
        He drives them with a flowering branch before him,
        Smoke pluming their foreheads.

        Boor, bond of the herd,
        Tonight stretch full by the fire!
        I bleed by the black stream
        For my torn bough!

      Tutto è Sciolto
        A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
        Piercing the west,
        As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,

        The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
        The fragrant hair,
        Falling as through the silence falleth now
        Dusk of the air.

        Why then, remembering those shy
        Sweet lures, repine
        When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
        Was all but thine?

      Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba
        I heard their young hearts crying
        Loveward above the glancing oar
        And heard the prairie grasses sighing:
        No more, return no more!

        O hearts, O sighing grasses,
        Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn!
        No more will the wild wind that passes
        Return, no more return.

      What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon
        What counsel has the hooded moon
        Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
        Of Love in ancient plenilune,
        Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -
        A sage that is but kith and kin
        With the comedian Capuchin?

        Believe me rather that am wise
        In disregard of the divine,
        A glory kindles in those eyes
        Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
        No more be tears in moon or mist
        For thee, sweet sentimentalist.

      When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven
        When the shy star goes forth in heaven
        All maidenly, disconsolate,
        Hear you amid the drowsy even
        One who is singing by your gate.
        His song is softer than the dew
        And he is come to visit you.

        O bend no more in revery
        When he at eventide is calling.
        Nor muse: Who may this singer be
        Whose song about my heart is falling?
        Know you by this, the lover's chant,
        'Tis I that am your visitant.

      Who Goes Amid The Green Wood
        Who goes amid the green wood
        With springtide all adorning her?
        Who goes amid the merry green wood
        To make it merrier?

        Who passes in the sunlight
        By ways that know the light footfall?
        Who passes in the sweet sunlight
        With mien so virginal?

        The ways of all the woodland
        Gleam with a soft and golden fire -- -
        For whom does all the sunny woodland
        Carry so brave attire?

        O, it is for my true love
        The woods their rich apparel wear -- -
        O, it is for my own true love,
        That is so young and fair.

      Winds Of May
        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?
        Welladay! Welladay!
        For the winds of May!
        Love is unhappy when love is away!