mountains br the echoes stir in the ranges br and my heart br br the ranges br br inspired by: br br Echo br Come to me in the silence of the night; br Come in the speaking silence of a dream; br Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright br As sunlight on a stream; br Come back in tears, br O memory, hope, love of finished years. br O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, br Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, br Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; br Where thirsting longing eyes br Watch the slow door br That opening, letting in, lets out no more. br Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live br My very life again though cold in death: br Come back to me in dreams, that I may give br Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: br Speak low, lean low br As long ago, my love, how long ago.