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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 brim-full 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.
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