My Dove My Beautiful One

Read 'My Dove My Beautiful One' by 'James Joyce' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

My Dove My Beautiful One by James Joyce

 My dove, my beautiful one, 
Arise, arise! 
The night-dew lies 
Upon my lips and eyes. 

The odorous winds are weaving 
A music of sighs: 
Arise, arise, 
My dove, my beautiful one! 

I wait by the cedar tree, 
My sister, my love, 
White breast of the dove, 
My breast shall be your bed. 

The pale dew lies 
Like a veil on my head. 
My fair one, my fair dove, 
Arise, arise!

Form: Lyric

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