Chamber Music


James Joyce

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.

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