This heart that flutters near my heartMy hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches -yes! -
And all my happiness.
For there, as in some mossy nest
The wrens will divers treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day?
James Joyce (sonnet 23)
