IVWhen the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,Hear you amid the drowsy evenOne who is singing by your gate.His song is softer than the dewAnd he is come to visit you.O bend no more in reveryWhen he at eventide is calling,Nor muse: Who may this singer beWhose song about my heart is falling?Know you by this, the lover’s chant,’Tis I that am your visitant.
When the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,Hear you amid the drowsy evenOne who is singing by your gate.His song is softer than the dewAnd he is come to visit you.O bend no more in reveryWhen he at eventide is calling,Nor muse: Who may this singer beWhose song about my heart is falling?Know you by this, the lover’s chant,’Tis I that am your visitant.