The Indian Serenade

When you really start to miss those you love, there are a few things you can do during this strange period. You can do a videochat, you can accidentally run into each other on purpose or – as Doris Day put it – you can dream a little dream of them. Or you can be like Shelley, throw all caution to the wind and just run to them. Just make sure you don’t get caught… 😉

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 Nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart;—
As I must on thine,
Oh, belovèd 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 to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.

Percy Byssche Shelley


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