《罗塞蒂流光》诗歌欣赏

《罗塞蒂流光》诗歌欣赏

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 swallows soar

Your neck turned so,

Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus times eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

In deaths despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?