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. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go
3. Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath
4. Chamber Music. 22. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
5. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire

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