- In the dark pine-wood
- I would we lay,
- In deep cool shadow
- At noon of day.
- How sweet to lie there,
- Sweet to kiss,
- Where the great pine-forest
- Enaisled is!
- Thy kiss descending
- Sweeter were
- With a soft tumult
- Of thy hair.
- O unto the pine-wood
- At noon of day
- Come with me now,
- Sweet love, away.
--James Joyce Chamber Music
