Reincarnate by Joseph U Harris

Somewhere my spirit, in the long ago,
Communed with yours, or in some ancient land
I walked and talked with you. I have clasped your hand

Before, somewhere, and in your eyes I know
That I have sometimes seen an answering glow
Of hope, and longing. (Do you understand?)
It seems as if in Time’s eternal sand
Bright memory-grains illumined the dull flow
Of dead hours that make up futurity;
And out of dreams that I have dreamed there rise
Visions of you which quell my discontent.
Almost I think rare moments we have spent
Together thrill me with a sweet surprise
As they troop back into my memory.