The Poetry Corner

O Sweetheart, Hear You

By James Joyce

O Sweetheart, hear you Your lovers tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to. But one unto him Will softly move And softly woo him In ways of love. His hand is under Her smooth round breast; So he who has sorrow Shall have rest.