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.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
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.