I arise from dreams of thee br In the first sweet sleep of night, br When the winds are breathing low, br And the stars are shining bright br I arise from dreams of thee, br And a spirit in my feet br Hath led me--who knows how? br To thy chamber window, Sweet! br br The wandering airs they faint br On the dark, the silent stream-- br The champak odors fail br Like sweet thoughts in a dream; br The nightingale's complaint, br It dies upon her heart; br As I must on thine, br Oh, beloved as thou art! br br O lift me from the grass! br die! I faint! I fail! br Let thy love in kisses rain br On my lips and eyelids pale. br My cheek is cold and white, alas! br My heart beats loud and fast;-- br Oh! press it to thine own again, br Where it will break at last.