A LOVE POEM
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
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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....
by PERCY SHELLY
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