XX.When in the widening circle of rebirthTo a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,And try again the unremembered earthWith the old sadness for the immortal home,Shall I revisit these same differing fieldsAnd cull the old new flowers with the same sense,That some small breath of foiled remembrance yields,Of more age than my days in this pretence?Shall I again regret strange faces lostOf which the present memory is forgotAnd but in unseen bulks of vagueness tossedOut of the closed sea and black night of Thought?Were thy face one, what sweetness will’t not be,Though by blind feeling, to remember thee!
When in the widening circle of rebirthTo a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,And try again the unremembered earthWith the old sadness for the immortal home,Shall I revisit these same differing fieldsAnd cull the old new flowers with the same sense,That some small breath of foiled remembrance yields,Of more age than my days in this pretence?Shall I again regret strange faces lostOf which the present memory is forgotAnd but in unseen bulks of vagueness tossedOut of the closed sea and black night of Thought?Were thy face one, what sweetness will’t not be,Though by blind feeling, to remember thee!