From Dewy Dreams

	From Dewy Dreams	dem Chor Ars Cantandi gewidmet
	for choir (SATB or SSA) and harp or piano	lyrics by James Joyce music by Roberto Di Marino

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the trees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Where softly-burning fires appear,
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,
The flowery bells of morn are stirred
And the wise choirs of faery
Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

James Joyce
(from Chamber Music)