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 of hope, love of finished years.

Oh dream how sweet, to sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose waking should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful 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 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.