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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 window chamber, sweet! Percy Bysshe Shelley..

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! Percy Bysshe Shelley The best love poetry is passionate..