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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
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?
Then,
now,
perchance
again
.
.
.
O
round
mine
eyes
your
tresses
shake!
Shall
we
not
lie
as
we
have
lain
Thus
for
Love's
sake,
And
sleep,
and
wake,
yet
never
break
the
chain?
~~~
Poem
and
Artwork
by
Dante
Gabriel
Rossetti
(
1828-1882
)
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