Christina Rossetti: Echo

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.
Oh 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!