The Indian Serenade

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David Moore - Pop

The Indian Serenade

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

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Writers
  • Percy Bysshe Shelley