Bright cap and streamers,
    He sings in the hollow:
    Come follow, come follow,
      All you that love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers
    That will not after,
    That song and laughter
      Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming
    He sings the bolder;
    In troop at his shoulder
      The wild bees hum.
And the time of dreaming
    Dreams is over--
    As lover to lover,
      Sweetheart, I come.

- James Joyce, Chamber Music.

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