Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.
More verses by James Joyce
- Bright Cap And Streamers
- In The Dark Pine-Wood
- A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight
- I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be
- From Dewy Dreams