All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the seabird is when going
Forth alone
He hears the winds cry to the waters
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
Making moan,
Sad as the seabird is when going
Forth alone
He hears the winds cry to the waters
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
(Poem XXXV, Chamber Music. James Joyce)
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