The Indian Serenade. By Percy Bysshe Shelley. 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
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me--who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
On the dark, the silent stream
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
It dies upon her heart;
As I must on thine,
Oh, belovèd as thou art!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My heart beats loud and fast;
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
Shelley’s “The Indian Serenade” is a simple love poem. The story is of a love-stricken man walking to his lover’s home during the “Indian” night (an “Indian summer” is when there is a period of warm or mild weather in late autumn or early winter).When he arrives at his beloved’s house, he is overcome with emotion, speaking as though he would die without her love.
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