James Joyce

(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)

Poems of James Joyce

Go Seek Her Out

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
O, hurry over the dark lands
And run upon the sea
For seas and lands shall not divide us
My love and me.

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