Monday, November 16, 2009

echo...

























Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the sparkling 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 brimfull 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.

2 comments:

The Abbot said...

I think C.Rossetti was a superb poet and far from overshadowed by her more famous brother.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you are so right, trevor - i think so, too - i could read her work all day - well, and have most of this morning, anyway - beautiful! thanks so much for dropping by - have a wonderful day!