I have been here before....

I know the grass beyond the door

the sweet, keen smell

the sighing sound, the lights around the shore

you have been mine before

though how or when I cannot tell

yet, just when at that swallow's soar

your neck turned so.......

I knew it all of yore

though age, faith or creed

may keep us now apart...

one travels the hill, the other, the lake

I claim you still for my own love's sake

delayed though it may be for more lives yet

much is to learn,much to forget

e're the time be come for taking you

but the time will come.........oh yes !

the time will come.

Rossetti.