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. Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba
2. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
3. Chamber Music. 30. Love Came to Us in Time Gone by
4. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land
5. Chamber Music. 4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

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