IX
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ringaround in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my truelove anywhere?
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!
James Joyce
Chamber Music
1907