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 - I 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?
