Poem by James Joyce

Simples

Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.

A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!

Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.

1. Chamber Music. 16. O Cool Is the Valley Now
2. Chamber Music. 20. In the Dark Pine-Wood
3. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
4. Satire on the Brothers Fay
5. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land

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