17 Oct 2007


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.


O 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 though 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.



Christina Rossetti - Echo

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