Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Dante Gabriel RossettiSudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.
Dante Gabriel RossettiSometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti