Autorretrato, Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
SUDDEN LIGHT
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 turn’d so,
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?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)
[Post original: http://comunidade.sol.pt/blogs/josecarreiro/archive/2010/06/14/Sudden.Light.aspx]
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