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.

O 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 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!