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.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

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.

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.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

The sea hath no king but God alone.