| 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.
|
