Correr em companhia

My love is in a light attire
Among the appletrees
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies

There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow in the grass;

And where the sky's a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand

James Joyce - VII - Música de Câmara

Foto de Beaute Sauvage