Who goes amid the green wood
    With springtide all adorning her--
Who goes amid the merry green wood
    To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight
    By ways that know the light footfall--
Who passes in the sweet sunlight
    With mien so virginal?

The ways of all the woodland
    Gleam with a soft and golden fire--
For whom does all the sunny woodland
    Carry so brave attire?

O, it is for my true love
    The woods their rich apparel wear--
O, it is for my own true love
    That is so young and fair.

- James Joyce, Chamber Music.

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