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Echo
(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

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 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.

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Comments (30)

A great work of art written with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful piece of poetry.......................................
A good poem keep it up
touching, when one has lost one, it is a comforting poem
any one you guys wanna watch me eat a tide pod? I heard it makes you see harambe again.
...........so nicely written.....the echo of love still remains....even though death, has carried her beloved across the vast expanse of darkness... to paradise....
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