Poem by James Joyce

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. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go
2. Chamber Music. 13. Go Seek Her Out All Courteously
3. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
4. Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
5. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu

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