My love is in a light attire <br /> Among the apple trees, <br />Where the gay winds do most desire <br /> To run in companies. <br /> <br />There, where the gay winds stay to woo <br /> The young leaves as they pass, <br />My love goes slowly, bending to <br /> Her shadow on the grass. <br /> <br />And where the sky’s a pale blue cup <br /> Over the laughing land, <br />My love goes lightly, holding up <br /> Her dress with dainty hand.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-192/
