...and gay, I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it I — Oh ! to whom ? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee...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...

...there present it!— Oh! to whom! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I A»ISF. from dreams of thee In the lust sweet sleep of night. When the winds are breathing...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet HOB led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

...complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thon art. Mr. O. Salaman (or CB TovmtendJ. 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 me — who knows how...

...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...

...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...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must upon thine,...

...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...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...

...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...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led nie — who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

...first sweet sleep of night, When winds were breathing low, And the stars were shining bright. I rose from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. S. The moon is hid by clouds, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The wand'ring...

...when the «un Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, Uke joy in memory yet ; How shall I thy loss survive ! Durandarte, he who...slew thee, Wherefore left he me alive J* Abma> th chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream, The Champak odours...

...when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream, The Champak odours...