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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 and love of finished years.

    O 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.





    - Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

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