Poem by James Joyce

Chamber Music. 27. Though I Thy Mithridates Were

Though I thy Mithridates were,
    Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware
    To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess
The malice of thy tenderness.

For elegant and antique phrase,
    Dearest, my lips wax all too wise;
Nor have I known a love whose praise
    Our piping poets solemnize,
Neither a love where may not be
Ever so little falsity.

1. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 13. Go Seek Her Out All Courteously
3. Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go
4. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
5. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire

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