The poem
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 Has led 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 in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O beloved as thou art!
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 close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
When I read this poem I am reminded of Romeo and Juilet, a love that ends tragically. The deep desire, the passion to be together, yet something keeps this from occuring. His life is only complete with her touch and with that touch he knows the only thing left is heaven itself.
a beautiful work of art
i must
say
it brings me the love
i once hoped and prayed
this
i will keep
to bear in mind
and learn by heart
over and over
until i can say
i did love the poem
and i did my part.
I THINK THE MAN WANTS THE GIRL TO BE WITH HIM AT THE FAST WAY HE WANTS.....