Zitat aus dem Buch "«То, что люблю, придет воздушным гостем…» 100 английских стихотворений (1837–1918) для начального чтения = 100 English Poems (1837–1918)"

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.          Has this been thus before?