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