The Indian Serenade
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 to 1822
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I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
The odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The Nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;—
As I on thine,
Oh, belovèd as thou art!
Oh lift from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My beats loud and fast;—
Oh! press it to own again,
Where it will break at last.