"And all the way (ahorn!) from fjord to fjell his bayinds’ oboboes shall wail rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy-long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells, her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him."
This is a show-stopping sentence I found at the start of Finnegans wake. It’s so dense with stuff that I wouldn’t know the half of it or how to unpack it fully. But one gist of it seems to be a current of water, the dream Liffey, moving by night, picking up associations of musical instruments, singing/mourning voices (sirens?), flowers and pastoral land too. The landscape of Finnegans wake is famously a dream landscape containing as much of history and literature as Joyce could put into it.
How lovely, too, the sentence sounds said out loud. Try it.
P.S. Fans of Zelda, like myself, will know that an ocarina is a type of flute.