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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 odours 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!
Oh lift me from the grass! / I 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.