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.

2 thoughts on “Echo by Christina Rossetti

  1. Helena says:

    Amazing sky. Amazing clouds. I’ve had such a dream. And I think. I think that
    though I wanted the dream to be – a him, I came to know it was Him, and although I wanted it to be – a him, flesh, He kept coming with different faces. And the love of Christ was massive – and the dream became my passion. I yearn for it – again.

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    1. Ronnie says:

      Fascinating!

      Thank you for sharing that.

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