The Indian Serenade Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Indian Serenade

Rating: 3.1

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 odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;
As I must on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
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.

Madathil Rajendran Nair 07 April 2015

A very powerfully passionate love poem!

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Captain Herbert Poetry 12 July 2015

It's like a song with harmonious music

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Sagnik Chakraborty 07 October 2014

A masterpiece by the master poet, Shelley the Romantic is at his best. Extremely sensuous and sonorous, the poem lingers within you even after you have left the page.

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Michael Morgan 02 May 2015

Go, Percy! This poem needs a melody, and has probably had one.

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 06 August 2016

this is a splendid love poem from this ace romance poet

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Abhishek Shah 13 February 2016

It is like a song! So good!

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Roseann Shawiak 18 January 2016

Powerful melody and rhythm that takes one into an atmosphere of dreams and awakening in love. Great poem! RoseAnn

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Alisha Castle 27 December 2015

such a lovely heart touching poetry

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Angel Dzidula-komla 31 July 2015

short but wonderful poem piece. i like it

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