Do Not Sing

I have read Ulysses and Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man but am yet to read the famously lyrical/nonsensical Finnegans Wake… I was thinking about it this evening, how I would like to read it soon; and I wondered if Joyce has any poetry, to tide me by in the interim. Lo, he does! And it is beautiful. Very sweet and easy.

Here are two nice ones:

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.

At That Hour

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.

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