Chapters 18
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1 Echo - Read by ADD 1:28
Echo by Cristina Rossetti.
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. O dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose wakening 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.
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2 Echo - Read by AF 1:18
Echo by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiore. 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 brimful of love abide in meat, 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.
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3 Echo - Read by BJM 1:11
Echoed by Cristina Vossetti. 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 wakening 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 and 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 phone.
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4 Echo - Read by BT 1:06
Echo by Christina Rossetti. 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 to sweet to bitter sweet, whose wakening 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.
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5 Echo - Read by DA 1:11
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.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, 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 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.
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6 Echo - Read by DL 1:14
Echo by Cristina Rossetti.
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 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 and 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.
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7 Echo - Read by DRB 1:34
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.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. O dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose wakening 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.
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8 Echo - Read by EM 1:12
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Motkevich. 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. 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?
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9 Echo - Read by ES 1:18
Echo by Cristina Rossetti.
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 brimful of love abide in meat, 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.
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10 Echo - Read by HC 1:26
Echo by Christina Rossetti.
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, finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose wakening 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?
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11 Echo - Read by JB 1:50
Echo by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.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 bittersweet, whose wakening 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 bone.
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12 Echo - Read by KLH 1:24
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Cristin 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. O dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, whose wakening should have been in Paradise, where souls brimful of love abide in meat, 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.
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13 Echo - Read by LAH 1:18
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. 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, 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 brimful of love abide in meat. 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.
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14 Echo - Read by LKP 1:02
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 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.
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15 Echo - Read by REF 1:32
Echo by Cristina Rossetti.
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 wakening 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.
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16 Echo - Read by RG 1:45
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. 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, 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 brimful of love abide and meet, where thirsting, longing eyes watch the slow door that, opening, letting in, Let's 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.
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17 Echo - Read by RN 1:22
Echo by Cristina Rossetti. 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, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O 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. 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.
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18 Echo - Read by SAC 1:49
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, 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.