poems
Echo
Come to me in the silence of the night! come in the speaking silence of the dream! come with the soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream! come back in tears! O memory of 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 opening letting in lets out no more;yet coe to me in dreams that i may very life again through cold in death come back to me in dream that i may give pulse for pulse breath fot breath speak low lean low as long ago my love how long ago
