by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

Of that so sweet imprisonment
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
Of that so sweet imprisonment
    My soul, dearest, is fain -- 
Soft arms that woo me to relent
    And woo me to detain. 
Ah, could they ever hold me there
Gladly were I a prisoner!

Dearest, through interwoven arms
    By love made tremulous, 
That night allures me where alarms
    Nowise may trouble us; 
But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title unknown, copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 65