All Poems
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My Love Is in a Light Attire
© James Joyce
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
My Dove, My Beautiful One
© James Joyce
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
Love Came to Us
© James Joyce
We were grave lovers. Love is past
That had his sweet hours many a one;
Welcome to us now at the last
The ways that we shall go upon.
Lightly Come or Lightly Go
© James Joyce
Lightly 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 air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lean Out of the Window
© James Joyce
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
In the Dark Pine-Wood
© James Joyce
In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day.
I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be
© James Joyce
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 Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land
© James Joyce
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
He Who Hath Glory Lost
© James Joyce
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,
That high unconsortable one ---
His love is his companion.
Go Seek Her Out
© James Joyce
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
© James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
From Dewy Dreams
© James Joyce
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.
Flood
© James Joyce
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
© James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Bright Cap and Streamers
© James Joyce
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
Bid Adieu to Maidenhood
© James Joyce
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,
Because Your Voice Was at My Side
© James Joyce
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.
Be Not Sad
© James Joyce
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
Bahnhofstrasse
© James Joyce
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
