Come to Me

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 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 tho’ 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