Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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XIV

My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise!  The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs: 
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head. 
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!


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