Christina Georgina Rossetti

Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
  Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
  As sunlight on a stream;
     Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
 
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
  Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
  Where thirsting longing eyes
     Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
 
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
  My very life again tho’ cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
  Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
     Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
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