...light, The night is good ; because, my love, They never fay good-night. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, 1 ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night....thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows howl To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering air» they faint On the dark, the silent stream —...

...popular view — is afforded by the following exquisite little Serenade. I arise from dreams of thoe, In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led mo — who knows how? — To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

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...popular view — is afforded by the following exquisite little Serenade. I arise from dreams of thes, In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds...in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber-window, sweet I The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak...

...Äüflen Äuffed bu mii) nitfit? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I arise from dreams of thee In the first eweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low,...me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream — The champak odonrs fail Like sweet...

...sung as it was written, and the original of which is perhaps unknown to half those who sing it : " I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet...— who knows how ? To thy chamber- window, Sweet!" She murmured the words to herself restlessly. She longed to go down into the still garden, over the...

...sung as it was written, and the original of which is perhaps unknown to half those who sing it : " I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!" She murmured the words N 2 to herself STUART OF DUNLEATH. restlessly. She longed...

...sung as it was written, and the original of which is perhaps unknown to half those who sing it : " I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Swcet !" She murmured the words to herself restlessly. She longed to go down into the...

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...and last of all, a wild, sweet, pensive strain, for which surely Shelley meant his lines : " I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...— who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fail Like sweet...