When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven
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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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