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I have been
here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know
the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before, -
How long ago I may not
know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your
neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, -l knew it all of
yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not
thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our
love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night
yield one delight once more?
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