Chamber Music


James Joyce

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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