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
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?
- Dante
Gabriel Rossetti -