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, belove'd 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.
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5 comments:
Did you write these?
Blimey a side to your character I didn't know about.
Shelly - I've done my homework now.... Not good on poetry - heavy metal I'm good at, romantic poetry not... :-)
I'm sure you are romantic :0)
Shelly well done.
Still here.
so you prefer sarah poetry to me
thats okay she is better than me:0(
I prefer your doggy poem! (I just don't 'get' poetry!)
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