 Echo by Christina Rosetti, read for LibraVox.org. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bittersweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis-Strake. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Andrea Fiori. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Bethany Joy. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Bologna Times. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise. Where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Dana Allen. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by David Lawrence. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by David Barnes. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Elizabeth Mott-Gavitch. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose waking should have been in paradise, where souls brimful of love abide and meet. Where thirsting longing eyes watch the slow door that opening, letting in, lets out no more. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Eduardo Solis. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Harry Caulfield. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibraVox.org by Gemma Blythe. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Federman. 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. Oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. 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, oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. 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, oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise, where souls brimful 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Echo by Christina Rosetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. 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, oh memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose awakening should have been in paradise. Where souls brimful 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 and breath for breath, speak low, lean low, as long ago my love, how long ago. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.