Their talk was far-ranging, the rhythm was changing
And rhyme rearranging out there in the night
Their thoughts began drifting, for something was shifting
A curtain was lifting, a song taking flight
And so then she kissed him, and yes she did bind him
The wall was behind him and yes yes they said
This flower of the mountain, like the girls Andalusian
Perhaps an illusion, her lips were so red
Her arms were around him, her body imploring
The boy, now adoring, returned her caress
Say yes mountain flower and the wind somewhere blowing
Their hearts madly going and yes I will Yes.
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YAY!
I recognized the Joyce allusions, but amusingly not because I know much about literature, rather from an old Firesign Theater album “How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You’re Not Anywhere at All” which is burned into my mind from many listenings back in college.
http://books.google.com/books?id=mBNjq2PSbgAC&printsec=frontcover&vq=ulysses#PPA1263,M1