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.

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.