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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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