Ideal and dearly beloved voices
of those who are dead, or of those
who are lost to us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams;
sometimes in thought the mind hears them.
And for a moment with their echo other echoes
return from the first poetry of our lives —
like music that extinguishes the far-off night.
— C.P. Cavafy, “Voices,” The Complete Poems, transl. by Rae Dalven (Mariner Books, 1976)