THE JAMES JOYCE COLLECTION - 5 Books in One Edition. James Joyce

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СКАЧАТЬ 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.

II

      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.

III

      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.

IV

      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.

V

      Lean out of the window,

      Goldenhair,

      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,

      Goldenhair.

VI

      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.

VII

      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.

VIII

      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.

IX

      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!

X

      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.

XI

      Bid adieu, adieu, СКАЧАТЬ