CHAMBER MUSIC
Lean out of the window
Golden hair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book is closed;
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my books:
I have left my room:
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.
Singing and singing
A merry air.
Lean out of the window,
Golden hair.
James Joyce
Lean out of the window
Golden hair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book is closed;
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my books:
I have left my room:
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.
Singing and singing
A merry air.
Lean out of the window,
Golden hair.
James Joyce
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