that flutters near my heart
and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between 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."