The Indian Serenade.

1.     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!     2.     The wandering airs they faint     On the dark, the silent stream -     The Champak odours 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!     3.     Oh 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. CANCELLED PASSAGE. O pillow cold and wet with tears! Thou breathest sleep no more!