by Christina Rossetti


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 | Classic Poems

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