In the Dark Pine-Wood, par James Joyce

James Joyce

In the Dark Pine-Wood

In the dark pine—wood

I would we lay,

In deep cool shadow

At noon of day.

How sweet to lie there,

Sweet to kiss,

Where the great pine—forest

Enaisled is!

Thy kiss descending

Sweeter were

With a soft tumult

Of thy hair.

O unto the pine—wood

At noon of day

Come with me now,

Sweet love, away.

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