My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
 
And where the sky's a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.

And where the sky's a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.

 
                        James Joyce
            (from Chamber Music)