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Chamber Music
By
James Joyce
Contents With First Lines
I Stri=
ngs in
the earth and air
II The
twilight turns from amethyst
III At t=
hat
hour when all things have repose.
IV When=
the
shy star goes forth in heaven
VI I wo=
uld in
that sweet bosom be
VII My l=
ove is
in a light attire
VIII Who =
goes
amid the green wood
IX Wind=
s of
May, that dance on the sea
XII What
counsel has the hooded moon
XIII Go s=
eek
her out all courteously,
XIV My d=
ove,
my beautiful one,
XV From=
dewy
dreams, my soul, arise,
XVI O co=
ol is
the valley now
XVII Beca=
use
your voice was at my side
IX Be n=
ot sad
because all men
XXI He w=
ho
hath glory lost, nor
XXII Of t=
hat so
sweet imprisonment
XXIII This=
heart
that flutters near my heart
XXIV Sile=
ntly
she's combing,
XXV Ligh=
tly
come or lightly go
XXVI Thou
leanest to the shell of night
XXVII Thou=
gh I
thy Mithridates were,
XXVIII Gent=
le
lady, do not sing
XXIX Dear
heart, why will you use me so?
XXX Love=
came
to us in time gone by
XXXI O, i=
t was
out by Donnycarney
XXXII Rain=
has
fallen all the day
XXXIII Now,=
O
now, in this brown land
XXXIV Slee=
p now,
O sleep now
XXXVI I he=
ar an
army charging upon the land
CHAMBER MUSIC
I Strings in =
the
earth and air<=
/span>
Make =
music
sweet; Strings by =
the
river where The willows=
meet.
There's music al=
ong
the river For Love wanders there, Pale flower=
s on
his mantle, Dark leaves=
on
his hair.
All softly playi=
ng, With head t=
o the
music bent, And fingers
straying Upon an
instrument.
II The twilight
turns from amethyst
To de=
ep and
deeper blue, The lamp fi=
lls
with a pale green glow The trees o=
f the
avenue.
The old piano pl=
ays an
air, =
Sedate
and slow and gay; She bends u=
pon
the yellow keys, Her head in=
clines
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.
III At that hou=
r when
all things have repose,
O lon=
ely
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 he=
ar the
sweet harps play To Love bef=
ore
him on his way, And the nig=
ht
wind answering in antiphon Till night =
is overgone?
Play on, invisib=
le
harps, unto Love, Whose way in
heaven is aglow At that hou=
r when
soft lights come and go, Soft sweet =
music
in the air above And in the =
earth
below.
IV When the sh=
y star
goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate, <=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Hear you am=
id the
drowsy even One who is
singing by your gate. His song is
softer than the dew And he is c=
ome to
visit you.
O bend no more in
revery When
he at eventide is calling. Nor muse: W=
ho 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.
V Lean out of=
the
window<=
span
lang=3DEN-GB style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Bookma=
n Old Style"'>,
Golde=
nhair,
I hea=
r you
singing A
merry air.
My book was clos=
ed, I read no m=
ore, Watching th=
e fire
dance On
the floor.
I have left my b=
ook, I have left=
my
room, For I
heard you singing Through the
gloom.
Singing and sing=
ing A merry air=
, Lean out of=
the
window, Goldenhair.=
VI I would in =
that
sweet bosom be=
(O sw=
eet it
is and fair it is!) Where no ru=
de
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 k=
nock
and soft entreat her!) Where only =
peace
might be my part. Austerities=
were
all the sweeter So I were e=
ver in
that heart.
VII My love is =
in a
light attire=
span>
Among=
the
apple-trees, Where the g=
ay
winds do most desire To run in
companies.
There, where the=
gay
winds stay to woo The young l=
eaves
as they pass, My love goes
slowly, bending to Her shadow =
on the
grass;
And where the sk=
y's a
pale blue cup Over the la=
ughing
land, My
love goes lightly, holding up Her dress w=
ith
dainty hand.
VIII Who goes am=
id the
green wood
With
springtide all adorning her? Who goes am=
id 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 do=
es all
the sunny woodland Carry so br=
ave
attire?
O, it is for my =
true
love =
The
woods their rich apparel wear— O, it is fo=
r my
own true love, That is so =
young
and fair.
IX Winds of Ma=
y,
that dance on the sea,
Danci=
ng a
ring-around in glee From furrow=
to
furrow, while overhead The foam fl=
ies up
to be garlanded, In silvery =
arches
spanning the air, Saw you my =
true
love anywhere? Welladay!
Welladay! For the win=
ds of
May! =
Love
is unhappy when love is away!
X Bright cap =
and
streamers,
He si=
ngs in
the hollow: Come follow=
, come
follow, =
All
you that love. Leave dream=
s to
the dreamers That will n=
ot
after, That
song and laughter =
Do
nothing move.
With ribbons str=
eaming
He si=
ngs
the bolder; In troop at=
his
shoulder =
The
wild bees hum. And the tim=
e of
dreaming Dreams is
over— As lover to
lover, =
Sweetheart,
I come.
XI Bid adieu, =
adieu,
adieu,
Bid a=
dieu
to girlish days, Happy Love =
is come
to woo Thee
and woo thy girlish ways— The zone th=
at
doth become thee fair, The snood u=
pon
thy yellow hair,
When thou hast h=
eard
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.
XII What counse=
l has
the hooded moon
Put i=
n thy
heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in
ancient plenilune, Glory and s=
tars
beneath his feet— A sage that=
is
but kith and kin With the co=
median
Capuchin?
Believe me rathe=
r that
am wise In
disregard of the divine, A glory kin=
dles
in those eyes Trembles to
starlight. Mine, O Mine! No more be =
tears
in moon or mist For thee, s=
weet
sentimentalist.
XIII Go seek her=
out
all courteously,
And s=
ay I
come, Wind
of spices whose song is ever Epithalamiu=
m. O, hurry ov=
er the
dark lands And run upo=
n the
sea F=
or
seas and lands shall not divide us My love and=
me.
Now, wind, of yo=
ur
good courtesy I pray you =
go, And come in=
to her
little garden And sing at=
her
window; Singing: The
bridal wind is blowing For Love is=
at
his noon; And soon wi=
ll
your true love be with you, <=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Soon, O soon.
XIV My dove, my
beautiful one,=
Arise,
arise! The
night-dew lies Upon my lip=
s and
eyes.
The odorous wind=
s are
weaving A
music of sighs: Arise, aris=
e, My dove, my
beautiful one!
I wait by the ce=
dar
tree, My
sister, my love, White breas=
t of
the dove, My breast s=
hall
be your bed.
The pale dew lie=
s Like a veil=
on my
head. My
fair one, my fair dove, Arise, aris=
e!
XV From dewy d=
reams,
my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and =
from
death, For
lo! the trees are full of sighs Whose leave=
s the
morn admonisheth.
Eastward the gra=
dual
dawn prevails Where
softly-burning fires appear, Making to t=
remble
all those veils Of grey and
golden gossamer.
While sweetly, g=
ently,
secretly, The flowery=
bells
of morn are stirred And the wise
choirs of faery Begin
(innumerous!) to be heard.
XVI O cool is t=
he
valley now
And t=
here,
love, will we go For many a =
choir
is singing now Where Love =
did
sometime go. And hear yo=
u not
the thrushes calling, Calling us =
away? O cool and
pleasant is the valley And there, =
love,
will we stay.
XVII Because your
voice was at my side
I gav=
e him
pain, Because wit=
hin my
hand I held Your hand a=
gain.
There is no word=
nor
any sign Can make
amend— He is a str=
anger
to me now Who was my
friend.
XVIII O Sweethear=
t,
hear you
Your
lover's tale; A man shall=
have
sorrow When
friends him fail.
For he shall kno=
w then
Frien=
ds be
untrue And
a little ashes Their words=
come
to.
But one unto him=
Will softly=
move And softly =
woo
him I=
n ways
of love.
His hand is unde=
r Her smooth =
round
breast; So
he who has sorrow Shall have =
rest.
IX Be not sad
because all men
Prefe=
r 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 ans=
wer to
their tears: As they den=
y,
deny.
XX In the dark
pine-wood
I wou=
ld we
lay, =
In
deep cool shadow At noon of =
day.
How sweet to lie
there, Sweet
to kiss, Where the g=
reat
pine-forest Enaisled is=
!
Thy kiss descend=
ing Sweeter wer=
e With a soft
tumult Of
thy hair.
O unto the pine-=
wood At noon of =
day Come with m=
e now,
Sweet=
love,
away.
XXI He who hath=
glory
lost, nor
hath =
Found
any soul to fellow his, Among his f=
oes in
scorn and wrath Holding to
ancient nobleness, That high
unconsortable one— His love is=
his
companion.
XXII Of that so =
sweet
imprisonment=
span>
My so=
ul,
dearest, is fain— Soft arms t=
hat
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 sleep to
dreamier sleep be wed Where soul =
with
soul lies prisoned.
XXIII This heart =
that
flutters near my heart
My ho=
pe and
all my riches is, Unhappy whe=
n we
draw apart And happy b=
etween
kiss and kiss: My hope and=
all
my riches—yes!— And all my
happiness.
For there, as in=
some
mossy nest The wrens w=
ill
divers treasures keep, I laid those
treasures I possessed Ere that mi=
ne
eyes had learned to weep. Shall we not be as wise=
as
they =
Though
love live but a day?
XXIV Silently sh=
e's
combing,
Combi=
ng her
long hair Silently and
graciously, With many a
pretty air.
The sun is in the
willow leaves And on the
dapplled grass, And still s=
he's
combing her long hair Before the
looking-glass.
I pray you, ceas=
e to
comb out, Comb out yo=
ur
long hair, For I have =
heard
of witchery Under a pre=
tty
air,
That makes as one
thing to the lover Staying and=
going
hence, All
fair, with many a pretty air And many a
negligence.
XXV Lightly com=
e or
lightly go:
Thoug=
h thy
heart presage thee woe, Vales and m=
any a
wasted sun, Oread let t=
hy
laughter run, Till the ir=
reverent
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 la=
ughter
song-confessed When the he=
art is
heaviest.
XXVI Thou leanes=
t 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 gr=
ey
deserts of the north?
That mood of thi=
ne Is his, if =
thou
but scan it well, Who a mad t=
ale
bequeaths to us At ghosting=
hour
conjurable— And all for=
some
strange name he read =
In
Purchas or in Holinshed.
XXVII Though I thy
Mithridates were,
Frame=
d to
defy the poison-dart, Yet must th=
ou
fold me unaware To know the
rapture of thy heart, And I but r=
ender
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 prais=
e Our piping =
poets
solemnize, Neither a l=
ove
where may not be Ever so lit=
tle
falsity.
XXVIII Gentle lady=
, do
not sing
Sad s=
ongs
about the end of love; Lay aside s=
adness
and sing How love th=
at
passes is enough.
Sing about the l=
ong
deep sleep Of lovers t=
hat
are dead, and how In the grav=
e all
love shall sleep: Love is awe=
ary
now.
XXIX Dear heart,=
why
will you use me so?
Dear =
eyes
that gently me upbraid, Still are y=
ou
beautiful—but O, How is your
beauty raimented!
Through the clear
mirror of your eyes, Through the=
soft
sigh of kiss to kiss, Desolate wi=
nds
assail with cries The shadowy
garden where love is.
And soon shall l=
ove
dissolved be When over u=
s the
wild winds blow— But you, de=
ar
love, too dear to me, Alas! why w=
ill
you use me so?
XXX Love came t=
o 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 lo=
vers.
Love is past That had his
sweet hours many a one; Welcome to =
us now
at the last The ways th=
at we
shall go upon.
XXXI O, it was o=
ut by
Donnycarney
When =
the bat
flew from tree to tree My love and=
I did
walk together; And sweet w=
ere
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 kis=
s she
gave to me.
XXXII Rain has fa=
llen
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 be=
loved,
where I may Speak to yo=
ur heart.
XXXIII 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 yel=
low
dress Is
knocking, knocking at the tree; And all aro=
und
our loneliness The wind is
whistling merrily. The
leaves—they do not sigh at all When the ye=
ar
takes them in the fall.
Now, O now, we h=
ear 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, t=
he
year is gathering.
XXXIV 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, fo=
r the
winter Is
crying "Sleep no more."
My kiss will give
peace now And quiet t=
o your
heart— Sleep on in peace now, =
O you unqui=
et
heart!
XXXV
All day I h=
ear
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 Monotone. <=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> The grey wi=
nds, 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.=
XXXVI I hear an a=
rmy
charging upon the land,
And t=
he
thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in
black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining =
the
reins, with fluttering ships, the charioteers. They cry un=
to the
night their battle-name: I moan in s=
leep
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 s=
haking
in triumph their long, green hair: They come o=
ut of
the sea and run shouting by the shore. My heart, h=
ave
you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my=
love,
my love, why have you left me alone?