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. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> You have been mine before, - How long ago I may not know: Byt jist when at that 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 loves restore In death’s despire, And day and night yield one delight once more? |
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