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 fall
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 fall!
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!
This is the most wonderful poem I've ever read. I feel that it comes truly from the heart.
We dream but subconsciously no one knows how we link with the unknown the heavens the stars the gods roaming above who are they do you know no that's alright even they don't know but in dreams they also come and go who are you they also want to know You are living they are in spirit
It occurs to me as if I am watching a romantic movie! So captivating!
This short poem is a true masterpiece by the master wordsmith, Shelley. How spontaneous are the lines, yet how beautiful and lasting their effect! The sonorous lines linger in your heart long after you have finished reading the poem. Most certainly one of the greatest love poems ever written in English.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He was such a great poet, and this is such a beautiful poem, so romantic, so sweet.