Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you
singing
A merry
air.
My book was closed;
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom,
Singing and singing
A merry air.
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.