This poem was read by Josh's sister Jaimee at our wedding. Josh had originally laid out rose petals and marked the poem in a book for me one night when I came home from work. He wasn't even there to watch me read it. He knew I had had a long night and wanted to cheer me up, it worked. It is gorgeous and full of passion. It reminds me of how amazing love is and how much I love him.
THE INDIAN SERENADE
by: Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822)
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 belovèd as thou art!
O 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:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!