I have been here before,
When or how I cannot tell :
I know the grass beyond the door
The keen sweet 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 turn’d so,
Some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore
Had this been thus before?
And shall not thus times eddying flight
Still with our lives, our loves restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
Emerging From The Dark Night 