O SWEETHEART, HEAR YOUBy James JoyceO Sweetheart, hear youYour lover’s tale;A man shall have sorrowWhen friends him fail.

For he shall know thenFriends be untrueAnd a little ashesTheir words come to.

But one unto himWill softly moveAnd softly woo himIn ways of love.

His hand is underHer smooth round breast;So he who has sorrowShall have rest.

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