Un bonito dia para parar..:)

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the indian serenade..

I arise from dreams of thee
in the first sleep of night
the winds are breathing low
and the stars are burning bright.
i arise from the dreams of thee
and the spirit in my feet
has borne me, who knows how?
the wandering airs they faint
on the dark silent stream
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!
so lift me from the grass!!!
or 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.."
P.B.Shelley "The indian serenade".1822