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.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

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

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.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet

It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.