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| I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep or 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 odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art! O, 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 heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last! by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| The Indian Serenade |
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| August 23, 2001 |
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| Midi "Victoria's Secret" is used with permission and is copyright © 2001 Bruce DeBoer |
