What poem is this from....?

twilighter

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The moon is risen and the stars doth shine
For the hour of dayspring does fast approach
And although it be no fault of yours nor mine
Staying up so late be simply beyond reproach!
And now, kind interlocutor, as I pluck off my Shakespeare-cap
And close my eyes as if to nap,
Seal off yon world of garish light,
I bid you my dear a fond good night!

someone i know quoted this to me and i have no idea what its from...
thanks!
 
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