• I have been here before,
• Though when or how I cannot tell;
• I know the path beyond the door,
• The sweet fresh smell,
• The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

• You have been mine before,
• How long ago I do not know:
• But just when, at that swallow's soar,
• Your neck turned so,
• 10Some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore.

• Before may be again:
• Oh! press my eyes into your neck.
• Shall we not be for ever lain
• Thus for Love's sake,
• And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain.

D. G. Rossetti.