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
Hath 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 heart beats loud and fast; -
Oh! press it to thine own again
Where it will break at last
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