“The Eternal Return” by W.S. Merwin

Because it is not here it is eternal
the stars we consider have long been gone
I cannot recall what I was saying
while clouds melted over the morning sea
here is the same child without a childhood
the whole sentence present in the last word
and the morning of what I do not know
brings back everything that I remember
even what is gone and I know it is gone
and know I will never look on it again
appears to me once more almost complete
in its own time and then gone again
it was watching over me while I slept