Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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 brimful 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!

1. The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860
2. A Peal of Bells
3. Fata Morgana
4. In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857
5. Confluents

Madison Cawein Echo ("Dweller in hollow places, hills and rocks")

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