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...LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE by WILLIAM BLAKE AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |