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Lines to an Indian Air
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¡ª
I arise from dreams of thee, 5
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me¡ªwho knows how?
To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream; 10
The champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine, 15
O belov¨¨d, as thou art!
O 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;
O press it close to thine again
Where it will break at last!
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