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.