Saturday, June 18, 2005


Picture courtesy of Jai the Pirate at Deviant Art

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 unfinished years.
O dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening would have been Paradise,
Where souls brimfull 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.

--Christina Rossetti


Blogger she falters to rise said...

Beautiful, perfect, sad...

8:29 AM  

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