by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

Go seek her out all courteously
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
Go seek her out all courteously,
    And say I come, 
Wind of spices whose song is ever
O, hurry over the dark lands
    And run upon the sea 
For seas and lands shall not divide us
    My love and me.

Now, wind, of your good courtesy
    I pray you go, 
And come into her little garden
    And sing at her window; 
Singing: The bridal wind is blowing
    For Love is at his noon; 
And soon will your true love be with you,
    Soon, O soon.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-24
Line count: 16
Word count: 86