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 the 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL by ANACREON POETASTER: SONG (4) by BEN JONSON VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LINES TO A LADY WEEPING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |