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When You Are Old
Elizabeth
She Walks In Beauty
If You Forget Me
Remember
The Passionate Shepherd
Wild Nights
Give All To Love
Phenomenal Woman
Now
Mutability
Merwin Poetry
Indian Serenade
Return
Beauty
When we two parted
Piano
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| Indian Serenade |  |
| 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 Hath led me--who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream-- The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; As I must on thine, Oh, beloved 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;-- Oh! press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last. |
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