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 lovers chant,
Tis I that am your visitant.
Note: This poem is in the public domain and can be found here. James Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish novelist, poet, and literary critic who is known mainly for his novels like Ulysses and short-story collection Dubliners. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde movement with his stream of consciousness style, and he’s widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.
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