Mar 21 2005
The Indian Serenade Shelley
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 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!
nice poem but
too many rhymes 🙂
The most beautiful love poem in the world.Words are too poor to describe my feelings for these lines!
This is it!
a very nice poem…
I think this s a truly beautiful poem, even though i don\’t understand it fully :?. The light shines through :grin 😛
[B]LOVELY poem[/B]
the poem of is so good
I came across this poem 58 years ago, in a book of poems bought for me by a girl friend (Majorie) it’s been with ever since.
this poem is just the best poem i have ever heard and i would like to read more of p.b shelley’s poem 😀
nice poem…. but something is missing…. 😉
Beautiful !!!!!!!!!!
a very nic lines
like moony…………~!!!!!!!!