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.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Sudden 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.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!

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.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.