Morris Bishop 
WE HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE 

I think I remember this moorland, 
The tower on the top of the tor; 
I feel in the distance another existence: 
I think I have been here before. 

And I think you were sitting beside me, 
In a fold in the face of the fell, 
For Time at its work'll go round in a circle, 
And what is befalling, befell. 

"I have been here before!" I asserted, 
In a nook on a neck of the Nile. 
I once in a crisis was punished by Isis, 
And you smiled. I remember your smile. 

I had the same sense of persistence 
On the site of the seat of the Sioux; 
I heard in the teepee the sound of a sleepy 
Pleistocene grunt. It was you. 

The past made a promise, before it 
Began to begin to begone. 
This limited gamut brings you again. Damn it, 
How long has this got to go on?