“I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:--Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen PastTo signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;And Youth, with still some single golden hairUnto his shoulder clinging, since the lastEmbrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.Love's throne was not with these; but far aboveAll passionate wind of welcome and farewell”

“Sudden LightI 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 lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turn'd so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?”

“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”

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

“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 lights around the shore.”

“Places that are empty of you are empty of life. ”

“The blessed damozel lean'd outFrom the gold bar of Heaven;Her eyes were deeper than the depthOf waters still'd at even;She had three lilies in her hand,And the stars in her hair were seven.”