James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Chamber Music. 22. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

Of that so sweet imprisonment
    My soul, dearest, is fain—
Soft arms that woo me to relent
    And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there
Gladly were I a prisoner!

Dearest, through interwoven arms
    By love made tremulous,
That night allures me where alarms
    Nowise may trouble us;
But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.

1. Flood
2. Satire on the Brothers Fay
3. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
4. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
5. Chamber Music. 4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

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