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 come to me in dreams, that I may live 
 My very life again tho' 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. 
 Remember 
 Remember me when I am gone away 
 Gone far away into the silent land; 
 When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
 Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
 Remember me when no more day by day 
 You tell me of our future that you plann'd: 
 Only remember me; you understand 
 It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
 Yet if you should forget me for a while 
 And afterwards remember, do not grieve: 
 For if the darkness and corruption leave 
 A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
 Better by far you should forget and smile 
 Than that you should remember and be sad.