'''Echo
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 co...