Sudden Light
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 that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd 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?
*Painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, "A Christmas Carol," 1857
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