Poem by James Joyce

Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night

Thou leanest to the shell of night,
    Dear lady, a divining ear.
In that soft choiring of delight
    What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey deserts of the north?

    That mood of thine, O timorous,
Is his, if thou but scan it well,
    Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
At ghosting hour conjurable—
    And all for some strange name he read
    In Purchas or in Holinshed.

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2. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
3. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
4. Chamber Music. 20. In the Dark Pine-Wood
5. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land

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