Monday, 16 April 2012

Echo by Christina Georgina Rossetti


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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.

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. 

1 comment:

  1. "Come back in tears,
    O memory, hope, love of finished years."

    fascinating line....

    i believe that words differ in meaning from person to person, and indeed these are emotions that have meaning and not the words. Words just "reflect" a bit of it.

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