Goldenhair

lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I heard you singing
a merry air.

My book was closed;
I read no more,
watching the fire dance
on the floor.

I have left my book,
I have left my room,
for I heard you singing
through the gloom.

singing and singing
a merry air,
lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.

-James Joyce, Chamber Music