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COME TO ME
Come as a strain from some once-loved song;
Come as a breath from moorland or sea;
Blot out the years that have done thee wrong;
Come as of old. Oh, come to me.
Come as a breath from moorland or sea;
Blot out the years that have done thee wrong;
Come as of old. Oh, come to me.
Come as a gleam of orient light,
Kindling the hope of what ne'er may be;
Come as the dew of a moonlit night;—
Softly, silently come to me.
Kindling the hope of what ne'er may be;
Come as the dew of a moonlit night;—
Softly, silently come to me.
Come as the scent of a wayside flower;
Come as a blackbird's melody;
Come as the spray of an April shower;
Come as thou wilt,—but come to me.
Come as a blackbird's melody;
Come as the spray of an April shower;
Come as thou wilt,—but come to me.
Come as a breeze to my aching head;
I am in prison,—oh, set me free:
Summon again the days that are dead,
And out of their darkness come to me.
I am in prison,—oh, set me free:
Summon again the days that are dead,
And out of their darkness come to me.
Come with the spirit-light in thine eyes;
Come with thy voice of witchery;
Come, O my Queen, in queenly guise;
Come as thou ne'er wilt come to me.
Come with thy voice of witchery;
Come, O my Queen, in queenly guise;
Come as thou ne'er wilt come to me.
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Come in my slumber dark and deep;—
Come till at last my dreams of thee
Melt into death's diviner sleep,—
And, soul to soul, thou wilt come to me.
Come till at last my dreams of thee
Melt into death's diviner sleep,—
And, soul to soul, thou wilt come to me.
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