Somewhere or other
	
	Somewhere or other there must surely be
	The face not seen, the voice not heard,
	The heart that not yet - never yet - ah me!
	Made answer to my word.
	
	Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
	Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
	Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
	That tracks her night by night.
	
	Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
	With just a wall, a hedge, between;
	With just the last leaves of the dying year;
	Fallen on a turf grown green.
		
		
		
	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.
	
	O 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. 
	
	- Christina Rossetti