When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

James Joyce

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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.

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  • harrisonscheffle

    I really enjoyed this poem, very dreamy and had a comforting vibe to it. Beautiful words!