Then, now,—perchance again! . . . .
O round mine eyes your tresses shake!
Shall we not lie as we have lain
Thus for Love’s sake,
And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?
—Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I have been here before. A city is an altered form when you wake up here every day. I am meeting the Big Apple for the first time it seems and yet I thought we were old friends.