[BNP/E3, 16A – 49]

Anamnesis

Somewhere where I shall never live

     A palace garden bowers

Such beauty that dreams of it grieve.

There, lining walks immemorial,

     Great antenatal flowers

My lost life, before God, recall.

There I was happy and the child

     That had cool shadows

Wherein to feel sweetly exiled.

They took all these true things away.

     O my lost meadows!

My childhood before Night and Day!