Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Indian Serenade

My Plumeria Bloomed Today!

THE INDIAN SERENADE
by: Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822)
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--
And the Champak's odours [pine]
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O belov├Ęd 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:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!

3 comments:

Bea said...

Well, you certainly do love your flowers. :)Bea

yvonne said...

Yes I do love flowers Bea. :) I guess I take after my grandmother in that way. :) The plumeria makes the beautiful Hawaiian leis, and I would love to have a variety of colors in my yard.

Magpie's Mumblings said...

How beautiful! The flower looks so delicate and almost other-worldly. I like the poem too!