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When in the widening circle of rebirth
To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come, / And try again the unremembered earth / With the old sadness for the immortal home, / Shall I revisit these same differing fields / And 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 lost / Of which the present memory is forgot / And but in unseen bulks of vagueness tossed / Out 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!