 The Indian Serenade, by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade, by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Eva Davis. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Frank Duncan. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England. GrahamScottAudio.com 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Ian King. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Michelle Fry, Baton Rouge, Louisiana in September 2019. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Nemo. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales 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 reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. 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 champacoders fail like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales complaint, it dies upon her heart, as I must die on thine, beloved as thou art. O lift me from the grass, I die, I faint, I fail. Let thy love in kisses reign on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Indian Serenade by Percy Biss Shelly, read for LibriVox.org by William Jones. Benita Springs, Florida. 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 champacoders fall like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingales complaint, it dies upon her heart, as I must die on thine, beloved as thou art. O lift me from the grass, I die, I faint, I fail. Let thy love in kisses reign upon my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white alas, my heart beats loud and fast. O press it close to thine again, where it will break at last. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.