James Joyce

Lean Out of the Window

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.
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