"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's soar
Your neck turned so,
some veil did fall, -
I knew it all of yore"
Dante Gabriel Rossetti