James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Chamber Music. 24. Silently She’s Combing

Silently she’s combing,
    Combing her long hair,
Silently and graciously,
    With many a pretty air.

The sun is in the willow leaves
    And on the dappled grass,
And still she’s combing her long hair
    Before the looking-glass.

I pray you, cease to comb out,
    Comb out your long hair,
For I have heard of witchery
    Under a pretty air,

That makes as one thing to the lover
    Staying and going hence,
All fair, with many a pretty air
    And many a negligence. 

1. Chamber Music. 27. Though I Thy Mithridates Were
2. Chamber Music. 23. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
3. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
4. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night
5. Satire on the Brothers Fay

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