Chamber Music James Joyce

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.XVIIIO Sweetheart, hear youYour lover's tale;A man shall have sorrowWhen friends him fail.For he shall know thenFriends be untrueAnd a little ashesTheir words come to.But one unto himWill softly moveAnd softly woo himIn ways of love.His hand is underHer smooth round breast;So he who has sorrowShall have rest.XIXBe not sad because all menPrefer 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.XXIn the dark pine-woodI would we lay,In deep cool shadowAt noon of day.How sweet to lie there,Sweet to kiss,Where the great pine-forestEnaisled is!Thy kiss descendingSweeter wereWith a soft tumultOf thy hair.O unto the pine-woodAt noon of dayCome with me now,Sweet love, away.XXIHe who hath glory lost, nor hathFound any soul to fellow his,Among his foes in scorn and wrathHolding to ancient nobleness,That high unconsortable one -- -His love is his companion.XXIIOf that so sweet imprisonmentMy soul, dearest, is fain -- -Soft arms that woo me to relentAnd woo me to detain.Ah, could they ever hold me thereGladly were I a prisoner!Dearest, through interwoven armsBy love made tremulous,That night allures me where alarmsNowise may trouble us;But lseep to dreamier sleep be wedWhere soul with soul lies prisoned.XXIIIThis heart that flutters near my heartMy hope and all my riches is,Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss:My hope and all my riches -- - yes! -- -And all my happiness.For there, as in some mossy nestThe wrens will divers treasures keep,I laid those treasures I possessedEre that mine eyes had learned to weep.Shall we not be as wise as theyThough love live but a day?XXIVSilently she's combing,Combing her long hairSilently and graciously,With many a pretty air.The sun is in the willow leavesAnd on the dapplled grass,And still she's combing her long hairBefore the looking-glass.I pray you, cease to comb out,Comb out your long hair,For I have heard of witcheryUnder a pretty air,That makes as one thing to the loverStaying and going hence,All fair, with many a pretty airAnd many a negligence.XXVLightly 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 airRipple all thy flying hair.Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:Clouds that wrap the vales belowAt the hour of evenstarLowliest attendants are;Love and laughter song-confessedWhen the heart is heaviest.XXVIThou leanest to the shell of night,Dear lady, a divining ear.In that soft choiring of delightWhat sound hath made thy heart to fear?Seemed it of rivers rushing forthFrom the grey deserts of the north?That mood of thineIs his, if thou but scan it well,Who a mad tale bequeaths to usAt ghosting hour conjurable -- -And all for some strange name he readIn Purchas or in Holinshed.XXVIIThough I thy Mithridates were,Framed to defy the poison-dart,Yet must thou fold me unawareTo know the rapture of thy heart,And I but render and confessThe malice of thy tenderness.For elegant and antique phrase,Dearest, my lips wax all too wise;Nor have I known a love whose praiseOur piping poets solemnize,Neither a love where may not beEver so little falsity.XXVIIIGentle lady, do not singSad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and singHow love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleepOf lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep:Love is aweary now.XXIXDear 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 criesThe shadowy garden where love is.And soon shall love dissolved beWhen over us the wild winds blow -- -But you, dear love, too dear to me,Alas! why will you use me so?XXXLove came to us in time gone byWhen one at twilight shyly playedAnd one in fear was standing nigh -- -For Love at first is all afraid.We were grave lovers.Love is pastThat had his sweet hours many a one;Welcome to us now at the lastThe ways that we shall go upon.XXXIO, it was out by DonnycarneyWhen the bat flew from tree to treeMy love and I did walk together;And sweet were the words she said to me.Along with us the summer windWent murmuring -- - O, happily! -- -But softer than the breath of summerWas the kiss she gave to me.XXXIIRain has fallen all the day.O come among the laden trees:The leaves lie thick upon the wayOf memories.Staying a little by the wayOf memories shall we depart.Come, my beloved, where I maySpeak to your heart.XXXIIINow, O now, in this brown landWhere Love did so sweet music makeWe two shall wander, hand in hand,Forbearing for old friendship' sake,Nor grieve because our love was gayWhich now is ended in this way.A rogue in red and yellow dressIs knocking, knocking at the tree;And all around our lonelinessThe wind is whistling merrily.The leaves -- - they do not sigh at allWhen the year takes them in the fall.Now, O now, we hear no moreThe vilanelle and roundelay!Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, beforeWe take sad leave at close of day.Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- -The year, the year is gathering.XXXIVSleep now, O sleep now,O you unquiet heart!A voice crying "Sleep now"Is heard in my heart.The voice of the winterIs heard at the door.O sleep, for the winterIs crying "Sleep no more."My kiss will give peace nowAnd quiet to your heart -- -Sleep on in peace now,O you unquiet heart!XXXVAll day I hear the noise of watersMaking moan,Sad as the sea-bird is when, goingForth alone,He hears the winds cry to the water'sMonotone.The grey winds, the cold winds are blowingWhere I go.I hear the noise of many watersFar below.All day, all night, I hear them flowingTo and fro [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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