I have been here before , But when or how i can not tell.

I know the grass beyond the door, the sweet keen smell

the sighing sound.

The light around the shore , You have been mine before

how long ago i may not know, But just when at the swallows soar your neck turned so..

Some veil did fall , I know it all of yove.

Has this been  thus before ?  And shall not thus times eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore in death's despite

and day and night yield's one delight once more!