" O Sweetheart, hear thou
Your lover's 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 onto 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. "

― James Joyce , Chamber Music