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1882–1941

XXV

James Joyce

Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun, Oread let thy laughter run,

Till the irreverent mountain air Ripple all thy flying hair. Lightly, lightly — ever so: Clouds that wrap the vales below

At the hour of evenstar Lowliest attendants are; Love and laughter song-confessed When the heart is heaviest.

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