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, come back in tears
Oh,
memory,
oh,
love of a former year
Too sweet,
too bitter sweet
Whose wakening should have been in paradise
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet Abide and meet
Trusting 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
Oh, cold in death,
come back to me in dreams That I may give pulse for pulse,
breath for
