38 - 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!