This heart that flutters near my heart
    My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
    And happy between kiss and kiss;
My hope and all my riches-- yes!--
And all my happiness.

For there, as in some mossy nest
    The wrens will divers treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed
    Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day?

- James Joyce, Chamber Music.
Line ten went through several fluxuations in Joyce's editing process from "When love sighs not from sleep to sleep." to "Folded in fragrant gloom asleep." back to "When love sighs not from sleep to sleep." and finally to what we see here as "Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep."

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