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. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
2. Lament for the Yeomen
3. Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
4. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land
5. A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight

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