Poem by James Joyce

Lament for the Yeomen

And now is come the war, the war:
And now is come the war, the war:
And now is come the war, the war.
War! War!

For soldiers are they gone now:
For soldiers all.
Soldiers and soldiers!
All! All!

Soldiers must die, must die.
Soldiers all must die.
Soldiers and soldiers and soldiers
Must die.

What man is there to kiss now,
To kiss, to kiss,
Î white soft body, this
Thy soft sweet whiteness?

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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