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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Echo
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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. 
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, 
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, 
Where souls brim-full 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.
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