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September 23, 2004

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.


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.

--Christina Rossetti

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I love Christina Rossetti!

Posted by: rebecca at September 23, 2004 07:54 PM

I've been reading a lot of Rossetti the past week or so.

Posted by: TulipGirl at September 24, 2004 06:34 AM

Beatiful, simple as that.

Posted by: Eduardo at September 24, 2004 03:56 PM

I love that poem....and the author..she's wonderful! *smile*

Posted by: Christy at September 29, 2004 04:38 PM


 
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