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...light, The night is good ; beeause, my love, They never lay good-night. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. s of In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds...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...

...add the following, by a modern Pocl, much in the vein of drew. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. or SHELLEY. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are seining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how...

...departure still is free : Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee...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...

...rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter. When leaves fall, and cold winds come. IV. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee...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 nightingale's...

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...when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how! — To thy chamber window, sweet. The wandering...

...Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish, in laid within our bosoms but "• perish. LORD BYRON. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, I ARISE from dreams of thee...stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of Uiee, And a spirit in my feet / Has led me — who knows how 7 To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering...

...where all is harmony and love, and where discord never can enter. So mote it be ! ON DREAMS. TEXT. — I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low. And the stars are burning bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led life — who knows how...