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.

Note: "According to Richard Ellmann, the poem was written in imitation of the style of the Elizabethan playwright Ben Jonson." (Fargnoli and Gillespie)

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