ABSTRACT
James Morgan Brown. From Verses, 1893. We have forgot what we have been, And what we are we little know; We fancy new events begin, But all has happened long ago. Full oft my feelings make me start, Like footprints on a foreign shore, As if the chambers of my heart, Had heard their shadowy step before. So, looking into thy clear eyes, Strange memories come to me, as though Somewhere – perchance in Paradise – I had adored thee long ago.
