Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere?
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!
More verses by James Joyce
- This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
- My Love Is In A Light Attire
- The Twilight Turns
- She Weeps Over Rahoon
- Strings In The Earth And Air