I arise from dreams of thee <br />In the first sweet sleep of night, <br />When the winds are breathing low, <br />And the stars are shining bright <br />I arise from dreams of thee, <br />And a spirit in my feet <br />Has led me -- who knows how? -- <br />To thy chamber-window, sweet! <br /> <br />The wandering airs they faint <br />On the dark, the silent stream, -- <br />The champak odors fall <br />Like sweet thoughts in a dream, <br />The nightingale's complaint, <br />It dies upon her heart, <br />As I must die on thine, <br />O, beloved as thou art! <br /> <br />O, lift me from the grass! <br />I die, I faint, I fall! <br />Let thy love in kisses rain <br />On my lips and eyelids pale, <br />My cheek is cold and white, alas! <br />My Heart beats loud and fast <br />Oh! press it close to thine again, <br />Where it will break at last!<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-arise-from-dreams-of-thee/
