Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
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Comments1James Joyce always knows to get me feeling all kinds of things. This one feels so calm and serene, even makes the world around me seem somehow a bit more beautiful. It' like a sweet tune played by nature herself. Always a treat to read Joyces' work!