Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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VI

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me.  Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part. 
Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.


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