A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, some way back,
I could not fix the year,


Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely, what it was,
Have I the Art to say.


But somewhere in my Soul, I know
I've met the Thing before;
It just reminded me--t'was all--
And came my way no more.