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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!