English Poems Claimed by the Polish Heart

The beauty of the words in a poem that moves the heart of a Polish man or woman is in that instant Polish in nature and gets to the DETROIT'SOUL of every Polish man or woman in Detroit or any Polish community on the globe. That's what this poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley does to my Polish heart in the instant I read it. I hope it moves you so, too:

THE INDIAN SERENADE

by--PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

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!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The Nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;--
As I must on thine,
Oh, belovèd as thou art!

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