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The Indian Serenade

I

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!

II

The wandering airs, they faint
On the dark, the silent stream;
the champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!

III

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! I press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Piotr Belenok, untitled

Piotr Belenok, untitled

Vladimir Bugrin, Back from the front

Vladlen Gavrilchik, Mother and son

Mikhail Grobman, Self-portrait

Yuri Jarkikh, Portrait of Lucy

Otari Kandaurov, The grave digger

Aleksei Khvostenko, untitled

Oleg Liagachev, untitled

Igor Makarevich, Abstraction of utensils

Tatiana Nazarenko, untitled

Oscar Rabin, Rural landscape

Mikhail Roginsky, Artist and his models

Anatoli Slepyshev, Hunters

Evgeny Mikhnov-Voitenko, untitled

Evgeny Mikhnov-Voitenko, untitiled

Evgeny Mikhnov-Voitenko, untitled

Vladimir Yakovlev, Head

Eduard Zelenine, Self-portrait

Anatoli Zverev, Soldiers

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