Echo Come to me in the silence of the night, come in silence of a dream, come with cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream, come back in tears, o memory, o hope, o love of finished years; O dream how sweet, where wakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimfull of love abide and meet, where thirsty longing eyes watch the slow door, that opening, letting in, lets out no more; yet come to me that I may live, my life again tho' cold in death; come in dreams, that I may give pulse for pulse, breath for breath; speak low, lean low, as long ago.