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 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.