Love's Mystery
Warm sunshine merry over the sea
I am another and yet still me
Forgotten friendship at Clongowes
He said why should I bring it down
Mulligan’s form moved to and fro
Revealing its pale, yellow glow
Two shafts of daylight crossed the floor
Their rays meeting at the door
I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility
But no more to turn
and brood on
Love’s mystery
She was crying in her bed
Silent with awe and pity, I slept
Her door was open to the day
A bird in a bird cage had much to say
O, won’t we have a merry time
Drinking whisky, beer and wine
Her flesh it was as pale as wax
Her breath tasted like wetted ash
I am the boy That can enjoy Invisibility
But no more to turn
and brood on
Love’s mystery
by James Joyce, from Ulysses