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 soar Your neck turn’d so, some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before?
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