Being of Native American ancesstory, I would like to
share a bit of poetry with you.

This poem was written by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822).
Shelley was a social philosopher. He opted for the good
and for the light over the dark in their fierce fight
against sham, injustice, cruelty, ugliness, ignorance,
and cant.

In theory and in practice, He invariably ends by cele-
brating truth, beauty, and love.

The book I have found most usuful for Shelleys writings
is, "Poems of Byron Keats and Shelley", which I'm sure
could be found at your local library.
I hope you enjoy this poem.




"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-

The Champak odours fail

Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint
It dies upon her heart,

As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved 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 close to thine again,

Where it will break at last.

© 1819 Percy Bysshe Shelley





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