...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.
...Then, now,--perchance again! . . .
......O round mine eyes your tresses shake!
...Shall we not lie as we have lain
......Thus for Love's sake,
And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
