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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES CIVILIZATION by E. P. BROWNING PYGMALION THE SCULPTOR by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |