i have been here before but when or how i cannot tell: i know the gra** 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 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? (1854)