Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“ 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? ”

“ ⁠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. ”