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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