mp3 iconAudio1   English Pronunciation by Charles Bice
mp3 iconAudio1   Backing Track Minus Vocals
video iconVideo1   Female Vocal EnsembleBodeča Neža conducted byMateja Jarc
From 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.

James Joyce
(from Chamber Music)