I arise from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams... > Lire la suite
I arise from dreams of theeIn 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 feetHath led me - who knows how? -To thy window chamber, sweet!Percy Bysshe Shelley