This feeling howsoe’er it comes to me
Is not a moment’s work. Through lives long past
I must have been in closest union joined
Unto a soul I love as I love him.
I have not in this moment roused in me
A love so strong as that which now I feel;
It is a recollection from past times;
Nor can I grasp it with my thought as yet,—
Though memory calls these feelings back to me.
Surely I once was pupil of this man