The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven: Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
If God in his wisdom have brought close The day when I must die, That day by water or fire or air My feet shall fall in the destined snare Wherever my road may lie.
I have been here before, But when or how I can not tell; I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.