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 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,

Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind' Be through my lips to unawakcn'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy' O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

618 The Indian Serenade

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 And the Champak's odours [pine]

Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint,

It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine,

O beloved as thou art!

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