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

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.

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