| 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. |
