Thou leanest to the shell of night… Dear lady, a divining ear. In that soft choiring of delight What sound hath made thy heart to… Seemed it of rivers rushing forth

In the dark pine—wood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow At noon of day. How sweet to lie there,

Martin Cunningham, first, poked h… —Come on, Simon. —After you, Mr Bloom said. Mr Dedalus covered himself quickl… Yes, yes.

Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons… Chips, picking chips off rocky thu… Horrid! And gold flushed more. A husky fifenote blew. Blew. Blue bloom is on the.

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…

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

Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium. O, hurry over the dark lands

Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven’s far verge… Arches on soaring arches,

Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music mak… We two shall wander, hand in hand, Forbearing for old friendship’ sak… Nor grieve because our love was ga…

THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I’ll be with y… THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable. THE CHILDREN:

The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain!

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lo… Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love’s time,… Rememberest. The clear young eyes’ soft look, t…