come to me in the silence of night,
come in the speaking silence of dream.
come with soft rounded cheeks and
eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream..
come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of unfinished years....

O dream how sweet, too sweet,
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,
letting out no more....

Yet come to me in dreams
that I may live,
My very life again through
cold in death,
come back to in dreams
that I may give,
pulse for pulse, breath for breath,
speak low, lean low
as long ago, my love, how long ago....