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 brimful 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!
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 brimful 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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Interesting poem
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ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteAnother great poem!
ReplyDeleteA perfect choice for the letter E.
ReplyDeleteHow well Rossetti expresses longing for dreams/days gone by.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem -- thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh my.
ReplyDeleteWhat exceptional imagery and writing.
I've been feeling a bit down of late and this made me quite teary!
I always remind myself that feelings are a good thing!
And your writing so often evokes them in me.
Thanks for sharing.
And thank you for linking for the letter E.
A+