“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:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Indian Serenade

The Indian Serenade (1819), st. 3

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