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.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Comments (27)

any one you guys wanna watch me eat a tide pod? I heard it makes you see harambe again. nicely written.....the echo of love still remains....even though death, has carried her beloved across the vast expanse of darkness... to paradise....
Heart touching beautiful poem. Love's longing so intense in these words.
So explosively Romantic and sad and somber at the same time.
A beautiful, yearning for love that has passed. I felt the emotion so deeply.Echo is an excellent title. The last verse is brilliant poetry. come back to me..... and the conclusion of breath to breath, pulse to pulse.... A Lover's lost love of longing, even pleading, for the echo of their love shared so deeply. The best Love Poem I have read. Pat Northall.
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