FROM DEWY DREAMS, MY SOUL, ARISE
by: James Joyce (1882-1941)
- ROM dewy
dreams, my soul, arise,
- From love's deep slumber and from death,
- For lo! the trees are full of sighs
- Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.
- Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
- Where softly-burning fires appear,
- Making to tremble all those veils
- Of grey and golden gossamer.
- While sweetly, gently, secretly,
- The flowery bells of morn are stirred
- And the wise choirs of faery
- Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.
POEMS BY JAMES JOYCE
"From dewy dreams, my soul,
arise" is reprinted from Chamber Music. James Joyce.
London: Elkin Mathews, 1907.