...DOVE, MY UNUEFILED, FOB MY HEAD IS FILLED WITH DEW, AND MY LOCKS WITH THE DROPS OF TIIE NIGHT. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...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...

...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,...And a spirit in my feet, Has led me — who knows howl To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream —...

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...popular view — is afforded by the following exquisite little Serenade : I arise from dreams of thce In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are...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...

...FOURTEENTH CENTURY BY JONATHAN FREKE SLINGSBY. CHAPTEB V. " I arise from dreams of thce In the lirst bweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low,...the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thec, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet! " — Shetley....

...faint heart with grief, but with delight No more — oh, never more 1 LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ABISB from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...— who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet I The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream ; The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts...

...faint heart with grief, but with delight No more — oh, never more ! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...me — 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 thoughts...

...faint heart with grief, but with delight No more — oh, never more ! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breaching low. And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet...

...FROM DREAMS OF TIIEE.* " I arise from dreams of theo, ln the first sweet sloep of night, When thi: winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thce, And a spirit in my feet Has led me, who knows how, Beneath thy window, sweet ! Like all the airs...

...is harmony and love, and where discord never ean enter. So mote it be ! OK DREAMS. TEXT. — I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how...