"This was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything..."-The Brothers Bloom

Friday, June 14, 2013

I Arise from Dreams of Thee

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
 
Has led me -- who knows how? --
 
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
 

The wandering airs they faint
 
On the dark, the silent stream, --
 
The champak odors fall
 
Like sweet thoughts in a dream,
 
The nightingale's complaint,
 
It dies upon her heart,
 
As I must die on thine,
 
O, beloved as thou art!
 

O, lift me from the grass!
 
I die, I faint, I fall!
 
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 close to thine again,
 
Where it will break at last!
 
Percy Bysshe Shelley