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.


The Indian Serenade (1819), st. 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 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 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 In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.