Blue bloom is on the
Gold pinnacled hair.
A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin,
Rose of Castille.
When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.
A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
When first he saw. Alice!
A moonlight nightcall: far: far.
I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
extracts from Ulysses by James Joyce