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