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Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.
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And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?
James Joyce
(from Chamber Music)
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