I would in that sweet bosom
it is and fair
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.
I would be ever in that heart
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.
Published in The Speaker, October 8th, 1904.