第21章 印度小夜曲（2/2）

它将在这最终的归宿迸裂。

I arise fro dreas of thee

In the first sweet sleep of night，

When the ds are breathg low，

And the stars are shg bright；

I arise fro dreas of thee，

And a spirit y feet

Hath led —who knows how？

To thy chaber dow， Sweet！

The wanderg airs they fat

On the dark， the silent strea—

The Chapak odors fail

Like sweet thoughts a drea；

The nightgales pt.

It dies upon her heart；—

As I t on the，

Oh， beloved as thou art！

Oh lift fro the grass！

I die！I fat！I fail！

Let thy love kisses ra

On y lips and eyelids pale.

My check is ld and white， as！

My heart beats loud and fast；—

Oh！Press it to the own aga，

Where it will break at st.