Lean out of the window,
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,

- James Joyce, Chamber Music.

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