Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow:  Come follow, come follow, All you that love.  Leave dreams to the dreamers That will not after, That song and laughter Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming
He sings the bolder;
In troop at his shoulder
           The wild bees hum. 
And the time of dreaming
Dreams is over —­ —
As lover to lover,
           Sweetheart, I come.


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