XXV

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.

James Joyce
in: Chamber Music