Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti


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 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!


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