Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.
More verses by James Joyce
- All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
- From 'Ulysses'
- Song
- A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man
- Villanelle Of The Temptress