We partly undid our clothes–there weren’t many
As it was in divine burning July.

Enjoyment of flesh through
Half-torn clothes;

Quickly bared flesh; apparition
Twenty-six years passed; and now returned
To remain in this poem — “To Remain” by C.P. Cavafy

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. — Echo” by Christina Rossetti

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DEAR Love,
For nothing less than you
Would I have broken this happy dream;
It was a theme for reason,
Much too strong for fantasy.
Therefore you woke me wisely;
Yet my dream you did not break, you continued it.
You are so true that thoughts of you suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since you thought it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let us act the rest… — The Dream” John Donne