All day I hear the noise of waters
Making
moan,
Sad as the sea-bird 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.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.
Written in Paris during December 1902, sent to John F. Byrne on a picture-postcard.