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

Houlong ago,I am not know

But juat when at tjat swallow’s soar

You 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 glights

Still with our lives our love restore

In death’s despite

And day and night yield one delight once more?