Dreams of Thee

Lore: None Arrangement: Any Range: Written for a male voice--bass or tenor. Attribution: Percy Bysshe Shelley Notes: One of Fastheld's older songs.

Lyrics: 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 Has led me--who knows how! To thy chamber-window, sweet

The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream-- The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart As I must die on thine O, beloved 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 Oh! Press it close to thine against Where it will break at last!