1. 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 Hath Led Me - Who Knows How? To Thy Chamber Window, Sweet! 2. 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 On Thine, Oh, Beloved As Thou Art! 3. 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 To Thine Own Again, Where It Will Break At Last. Cancelled Passage. O Pillow Cold And Wet With Tears! Thou Breathest Sleep No More!