Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am aslo called No-more, Too-late, Farewell; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am! but should there dart One moment through my soul the soft surprise Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs, -- Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT |