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[My dove, my beautiful one,]

by James Joyce, 1907

My dove, my beautiful one,
  Arise, arise!
  The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving
  A music of sighs:
  Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,
  My sister, my love,
  White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies
  Like a veil on my head.
  My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!

Published in Chamber Music
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