Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love's Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river, 
  And the rivers with the ocean; 
The winds of heaven mix forever, 
  With a sweet emotion; 
Nothing in the world is single; 
  All things by a law divine 
In one another's being mingle;-- 
  Why not I with thine? 

See!  the mountains kiss high heaven, 
  And the waves clasp one another; 
No sister flower would be forgiven, 
  If it disdained it's brother; 
And the sunlight clasps the earth, 
  And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- 
What are all these kissings worth, 
  If thou kiss not me?

The Indian Serenade
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee 
 In the first sweet sleep or 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 again, 
Where it will break at last!