Voices, loved and idealized,
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life's first poetry -
like music at night, distant, fading away.
C. P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, Princeton, New Jersey, 1992