Love Poems

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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

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