All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is
, when going
He hears the winds cry
to the waters'
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.
Written in Paris during December 1902, sent to John F. Byrne on a picture-postcard.