Simples lyrics
by James Joyce
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon