Song

by James Joyce

My love is in a light attire

    , Among the apple trees

Where the gay winds do most desire

     .To run in companies

There, where the gay winds stay to woo

     ,The young leaves as they pass

My love goes slowly, bending to

     .Her shadow on the grass

And where the sky's a pale blue cup

     ,Over the laughing land

My love goes lightly, holding up

     .Her dress with dainty hand