Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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XXXI

O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk together; And sweet were the words she said to me.

Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring —­ — O, happily! —­ —
But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me.


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