Percy Bysshe Shelley

Horsham / England
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Horsham / England

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.
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COMMENTS
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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It's like a song with harmonious music
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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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A very powerfully passionate love poem!
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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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