The Angel by William Blake

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen:

Guarded by an Angel mild;

Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day

And he wip'd my tears away

And I wept both day and night

And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:

Then the morn blush'd rosy red:

I dried my tears & armd my fears,

With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;

I was arm'd, he came in vain:

For the time of youth was fled

And grey hairs were on my head 

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

Has 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 die on thine,

O beloved 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 close to thine again,

Where it will break at last! 

Merry Christmas

It is the Christmas Day again
It is the birthday or our savior
Time to dress up and enjoy
Merry Christmas to You