The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.