Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come
follow,
All you that
love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers
That will not after,
That song and laughter
Do nothing move.
With ribbons streaming
He sings the bolder;
In troop at his shoulder
The wild bees hum.
And the time of dreaming
Dreams is over--
As lover to lover,
Sweetheart, I come.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.