from Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow,
All you that love. Leave dreams to the dreamers That will not after, That song and laughter
Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming He sings the bolder; In troop at his shoulder
The wild bees hum. And the time of dreaming Dreams is over -- - As lover to lover,
Sweetheart, I come.