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by cristina Rossetti
Come 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 shouls brimfull of love abide and meet
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening,letting in ,lests out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams,that I may live
My every lift again through 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!
by cristina Rossetti
Come 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 shouls brimfull of love abide and meet
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening,letting in ,lests out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams,that I may live
My every lift again through 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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