Sunday, January 10, 2010

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 and love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full 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.

8 comments:

Shell said...

Beautiful poem.

Nevine said...

I LOVE Christina Rossetti. "... speak low, lean low...," Oh my goodness, how beautiful! And thank you for that lovely sleeping image... very very serene...

Nevine

linda said...

how beautiful...
xo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yet come to me in dreams, that i may live my very life again...as long ago, my love, how long ago -

BE STILL MY HEART, how beautiful she writes!!! one of my all time favorites, too, nevine! simply divine!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, hello again, shell! so glad you came by - please drop in any time at all! have a great day!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and lovelylinda - how absolutely lovely to see you here! have a glorious day, lady!

The Abbot said...

A beautiful Rossetti Poem. A favourite of mine.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and mine, as well, trevor - but then, most of her work is my "favorite" - love it all!