The Indian Serenade
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 to 1822
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I arise from dreams of thee
The wandering airs they faint
Oh lift me from the grass!
The Nightingale's complaint,
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Let thy love in kisses rain
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;—
And a spirit in my feet
Oh, belovèd as thou art!
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
Where it will break at last.
On the dark, the silent stream—
When the winds are breathing low,
It dies upon her heart;—
On my lips and eyelids pale.
In the first sweet sleep of night,
As I must on thine,
I die! I faint! I fail!
And the stars are shining bright:
The Champak odours fail
I arise from dreams of thee,
Hath led me—who knows how?
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;