Famous Poets KINDNESS

The Indian Serenade – Percy Bysshe

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 odours 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!

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! ~

The Indian Serenade – Percy Bysshe



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)