Frosty precipitation...

Lean out the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.

My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance,

on the floor.

I Have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.

Singing and singing

A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.
                          ~James Joyce~