My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass.
And where the sky-s a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.
Song
James Joyce
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Poem topics: light, sky, desire, blue, grass, shadow, young, stay, apple, dress, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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