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[Lightly come or lightly go:]

by James Joyce, 1907

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.

Published in Chamber Music
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