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[When the shy star goes forth in heaven]

by James Joyce, 1907

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
  All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
  One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
  And he is come to visit you.

O bend no more in revery
  When he at eventide is calling.
Nor muse:  Who may this singer be
  Whose song about my heart is falling?
Know you by this, the lover's chant,
  'Tis I that am your visitant.

Published in Chamber Music
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