cover Chamber Music by James Joyce Contents With First Lines I Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; II The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, III At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, IV When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, V Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, VI I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) VII My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, VIII Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? IX Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee X Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: XI Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, XII What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, XIII Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, XIV My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! XV From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love’s deep slumber and from death, XVI O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go XVII Because your voice was at my sidew I gave him pain, XVIII O sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale; XIX Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: XX In the dark pine-wood I would we lay, XXI He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, XXII Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain— XXIII This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, XXIV Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair, XXV Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe, XXVI Thou leanest to the shell of night, Dear lady, a divining ear. XXVII Though I thy Mithridates were, Framed to defy the poison-dart, XXVIII Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; XXIX Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, XXX Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played XXXI O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree XXXII Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees: XXXIII Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make XXXIV Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! XXXV All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, XXXVI I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: I Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet.