Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. II. Love
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love.  1904.
VI. Lovers
Lines to an Indian Air
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

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,        5
  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,—        10
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,        15
  O, belovèd 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.        20
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
  My heart beats loud and fast:
O, press it close to thine again,
  Where it will break at last!

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