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The Indian Serenade
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, 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¡ª 10
And the champak's odours [pine]
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must 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 to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!
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