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 The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream The nightingales complaint It dies upon her heart As I must on thine 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.
sweet, faint, thine, champak, fail