OFTTIMES the strange thought comes to you and me That we have lived through these same scenes before— Perhaps in some old life whose memory Has died a million years ago, or more! Above the grave of that old life that lies So buried there beneath the centuries, A ghost of memory sometimes may rise— A ghost too restless there to lie at ease, Too vague to take again the form it wore, Yet potent still to make us feel and know The stage is set as it was set before, So looked and spoke the actors long ago! Comes such a haunting memory to tell That once of old, as now, I loved you well! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE TIME FOR PRAYER by G. BENNETT SONNET: 2 by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT |