Sonnet

As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood,

And ebb into a former life, or seem

To lapse far back in a confusèd dream

To states of mystical similitude;

If one but speaks or hems or stirs his chair,

Ever the wonder waxeth more and more,

So that we say, "All this hath been before,

All this hath been, I know not when or where."

So, friend, when first I looked upon your face,

Our thought gave answer, each to each, so true,

Opposèd mirrors each reflecting each—

Altho' I knew not in what time or place,

Methought that I had often met with you,

And each had lived in the other's mind and speech.