I Vex Me Not With Brooding On The Years

I vex me not with brooding on the years
  That were ere I drew breath; why should I then
 Distrust the darkness that may fall again
 When life is done? Perchance in other spheres-
Dead planets-I once tasted mortal tears,
 And walked as now among a throng of men,
 Pondering things that lay beyond my ken,
 Questioning death, and solacing my fears.
Offtimes indeed strange sense I have of this,
 Vague memories that hold me with a spell,
 Touches of unseen lips upon my brow,
Breathing some incommunicable bliss!
 In years foregone, O soul, was all not well?
Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou!